Lyrics: Stranglers. No More Heroes. Bitching.

Bitching 'bout the things we've seen
Bitching 'bout the things we've seen
Bitching 'bout the loves we've had
My oh my, it wasn't so bad
When we had that to loosen our minds
Hey, little baby, in the front row be kind

(Bar bitching)
Telling you the gospel truth
(Bar bitching)
Why don't you all go get screwed?
(Bar bitching)
Why don't you tell me something new?
(Bar bitching)
Bar bitching

Bitching 'bout the Windsor C
Bitching 'bout the Western Sea
Why can't you all be like a Grainger man
Or even a Pheland man?
I'll tell you what we'll meet in Amsterdam
And then you'll see what should be really can

(Bar bitching)
Telling you the gospel truth
(Bar bitching)
Why don't you all go get screwed?
(Bar bitching)
Why don't you tell me something new?
(Bar bitching)
Bar bitching, that's what I'm talking about

Got anything to say?
No, well, shut up

I really don't know what to say
It's gonna happen to us all one day
And when it does you can have me too
But until then I really don't know what to do
I'm just gonna keep

(Bar bitching)
Telling you the gospel truth
(Bar bitching)
Why don't you all go get screwed?
(Bar bitching)
Why don't you tell me something new?

There's a place with a lot of eyes
Strange smoke perfume around the peacock guys
And the girls, they move their heat
To the impulsive compulsive beat
But that's another place another time
Maybe we'll meet there in quite a short while

(Bar bitching)
Telling you the gospel truth
(Bar bitching)
Why don't you all go get screwed?
(Bar bitching)
Why don't you tell me something new?
(Bar bitching)
Bar bitching, that's what I'm talking about