Barroom Brawls - Sienná

The bar’s full of blokes with agendas

Uncomfortable motives remember

That none of them here give a damn what you think about them

Don’t care if you’re a member

Good looking and selfish she takes him

Back to her place where they break in

No keys under mats and the door’s off the latch

Gives her roommate a fright like Wes Craven

Now the room’s on fire and heat’s gotten into her had

Lucky for some, she’s struggling to hear what h said

But he’s fallen from grace so she kicks the fucker straight out of bed

She got tired of hotel rooms

Started watching bar-room brawls

The bookies ain’t enough

Needs to feel her skin crawl

These second hand horrors that haunt me

Are fabricated but ugly

Scared him to death but I’m willing to bet

He’s not crying «I wish she’d have called me»

She got tired of hotel rooms

Started watching bar-room brawls

The bookies ain’t enough

Needs to feel her skin crawl

She got tired of hotel rooms

Started watching bar-room brawls

The bookies ain’t enough

Needs to feel her skin crawl