I look out across to the bar, as I hide behind my guitar

Giving up on what lies in between

Any ones heard this shit they gonna know what I mean

And the Singer is crooning some age old song

Its Meaning obliterated in time but his Voice is still strong

It's somewhat off key, it kind of falls Deaf ears

Here's a place he could rise to end all his fears

Now I got used to it and his Denizens of the night try to keep my mouth shut and stay out of fight

Only two songs to the end of the set song is Johny B Goode could sound a good deal better yet

Into the Thirteen bar and a couple of beers

But the soothing lines haven't been lost in Deaf ears

Then it's time for the Stripper and the dance of the seven veils

Here's John the Baptist looking kind a pale

I Look hopefully out cause I seen you walk in whoever you are you don't belong in this stinking rotten bin

You shine like a torch; you're so out of place I bet you're just a dream

In fact I suspect your appearance here, has a reason for being

You're here to Shine

You're here to Shine

Shine

Show me the way out of here with its drugs, hookers and drunken sailors

Overdressed Pimps in purple suits could perhaps use a better tailor

And all the has-beens that never were all destined to loose

Trying to hang on their dreams by faking and too much booze

But me I am just a Kid so what am I doing here so deep

Feel like a Piece of Candy that's lying in a trash heap

What sort of a kid would want to throw away such a find?

Go ahead and shine like a torch shine