Gay Bar Blues

Slither down the street until I find the plain gray door

Linger by the mirror, check my hair before

I slide into an empty stool to cruise the guy who's shooting pool

He probably thinks that I'm a fool blues

Try to keep my composure when I get the cold shoulder

I got the gay bar blues

These gay bar blues have put the skids on me

When's my sugar daddy going to set me free?

If he don't come soon I bet I'll die from smoking cigarettes

On Spokane Avenue

Going home without nobody

I got the gay bar blues

I tried going straight, I dug up all the moola

Moved home to Missoula, dated Suzie Q from high school

Last time I asked her, I had to get plastered

It ended in disaster blues

If I don't hook a dude I'm gonna drown in wine coolers

I got the gay bar blues

If I could ever find a halfway decent man

I'd never have to sneak into this sleazy dump again

I'd never have to worry if the police or jerks I work with

Are spying on the plain gray door

Everybody in this place is smiling

But we're all dying inside blues

Everybody in this place is smiling

But we're all dying inside blues

Dying inside blues

Dying inside blues

Dying inside blues