The Barman's Fault

Take that cigarette out of your mouth
You know it’s bad for you and I can smell your breath from one mile off
Don’t you think it’s time that we should move on
'Cause now I’m bored too and everything that meant anything is gone
And it’s the barman’s fault
Take my credit cards far away from me
I’m not mature enough to keep one little eye on anything
Don’t you lace another party with doubt
Maybe you’re weak now 'cause everything that was anything is out
Yeah, and it’s the barman’s fault
You don’t call the shots
You don’t call the shots
You don’t call the shots if you are hanging on
Meet me at the Accident & Emergency
And I can show you round but my head hurts right now so let’s just leave
Why am I lacing every single night with doubt?
Maybe I’m weak too 'cause everything that meant anything is out
Yeah, and it’s the barman’s fault
You don’t call the shots
You don’t call the shots
You just don’t call the shots if you are hanging on
Yeah, you don’t call the shots
Yeah, you don’t call the shots
You just can’t call the shots if you are hanging on