Banjo Bobs Barber Shop

Banjo Bobs Barber Shop Ill meet you there he’s open eight till late, right off hope street down dead end lane, It can be quite a journey his reception worth your pain, no matter your passion, ignore there shame, you see the wood you can see the tree’s, at Banjo Bob’s they love to please. The light’s are bright, they can suck you in, there’s nothing left so im off in-side-out, Round the back, to go see Bob n his chemical shack, the smile of shark beacons us in lining us up. . . Lining us in. Pleasant conversation, all the faces you know, feelings inside give your shadow a glow The music’s loud, the beers are cold, a thoughtless journey so you better take hold, Time speed’s up, but the second hand stops, quarter bag of high, and single malt double shots. The light’s are bright, they can suck you in, there’s nothing left so im off in-side-out, Round the back, to go see Bob n his chemical shack, the smile of shark beacons us in lining us up. . . Lining us in. Now were regulars, we’ve been here a while, were seeing grey face’s missing there smile There welcome stretched, been here too long, forgotten lyrics to there very own song. With a glance from Bob, as he cleans a glass, a weathered smile for this familiar class. The light’s are bright, they can suck you in, there’s nothing left so im off in-side-out, Round the back, to go see Bob n his chemical shack, the smile of a shark beacons us in lining us up. . . Lining us in. Rose glasses gone, now i see sin, nicotine walls served with chloroform gin, don’t know my neighbour, my reflection got old, moved from the fire pushed into the cold, my pockets are empty, no storey to share, i am all on my own. . . Bob just don’t care. The lights have dimmed, they sucked me in, i got nothing left and i want in-side-out, round the back, need to see Bob n his chemical shack, was the smile of a shark that beaconed me in. . . Lined me up. . . Lined me in.