You're sitting quiet and all alone
Looking grave as a tombstone
Your glass is filled again and again
You're being antisocial, you didn't come to make friends
Maybe I have the wrong impression
But can you answer a couple of questions?
Why are you here?
And are you open to suggestion?
For hours the band goes on
Playing obvious cover songs
But you're not here for atmosphere
All you do is lurk and leer
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