Regret the bars are closed

its time to retire

who you'll return to

I really don't know

the lights are off

so get a bit higher

some say fast

and some say slow

their sitting here like blackbirds

with their broken wings

they've turned you to a drinker

royalty, queens and kings

on their pedestals they sit

drinking rum and coke

I hold up a joint unlit

and began to smoke

curled up inside a doorway

a child sit alone

I know you like it your way

I guess I should be going

the blackbirds return to drink

their wings will never mend

I know its not my job to think

I'm just paid to bartend