Rustbelt Happy Hour Blues
That barroom didn’t like us
Not it’s cheap vinyl floor
Or tacky poor trashy decor
It’s worn wooden stools creaked
As we bellied up brewskis bought
Shots of well whiskey burnt down
Old time jukebox crystal clear
Country crooners and doo wop
Mean mugging motherfuckers
Staring like statues of old Greece
Blue collar heroes broken down rusty
Drunks still bitter over lost wages
Still expecting a glory days parade
Springsteen songs alive and well
True blue losers of Reaganomics
Trickle down like a pissed leg
Wasted votes on wasted dreams
Smokestack prison fucked
Beer soaked union hall hoodlums
Local alcoholic day drinkers united
Post 843
Cleveland Ohio
Paid cash backed out boldly
We ain’t earned a seat in that place
We sadly never will