No more juke box money.

Grille de la piste #284936

Fournie par Zoot

Lyrics:

© Zoot
No more
No more
No need for
Juke box money

Look what they done to our bar boys
Come and see what they done
Hear what they did to our bar boys
Rebranded, franchised and ripped out our toys
In the room where we used to pay pool
And on that stage with the sounds so cool
And In the corner where the juke box ruled
Go and see what they have done.
To it all

No more
No more
No need for
Juke box money

Do your remember the night
when you first saw her face
And do you remember the fight
Well we all make mistakes
High as a kite on the tunes so cool
Dressed to kill ,
not long out of school
We thought we were
Nobody’s fool

Look what they done

now they’re selling burgers ,
sliders and buffalo wings
In a bar where nobody shouts
And nobody sings
Not interested in your long forgotten tales
47 kinds of artisan ales
desert chalk board on the big game wall
No one here is missing you At all
Come and see what they done
In a place where we used to be someone
And No one here knows your name
take look around its all the same


And do you remember you got the highest score
the sticky touch of the beer stained floor
No more
No more
won’t need your
Juke box money
No more,
no more