Dance with Broken Bones

A rusty door next to the port

A dark and dusty last resort

Where washed up guys and alley cats

Are fightin’ with some fucked up rats

Most of them have lost their homes

A peg-legged man plays saxophone

Where dreams adhere to broken dishes

common scars are based on wishes

Home is where the barmans´ name is known

Where you can dance with broken bones

Where you will never be alone

A broken but a shiny home

Because your friends, they always roam

Always tend to taking care of friends

‘Cuz friendship never ends

Right there in this drinking hole

faces stained with dirty coal

A smell of beer and nicotine

Mixed up with leaded gasoline

The conversations become true

When everybody has their brew

Unfilled dreams, in booze they drown

Come on sink in the nicest place in town