A squat greek sips his ouzo

Fingering his gold neck chain

Robust corn-fed american beauties

Lick the salty rim of margaritas

In the corner lies a comatose musician



Dreaming on the job again



You can't buy love

But you can buy friends



Upon her breast a shiny crucifix

Holier than me i guess

Sheds friends like a snake sheds skin

Her laughter sounds so venomous

In his corner lies the once proud musician

Thinking on the job again