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An Airport Bar Lyrics
It seems like I've been here forever
Killing time in an airport bar
I see a tourist
With a face like a razor
Eyes like an insect
Body like cancer
All the hostesses
Feel the shame in what they do
All the travelers just say "you're welcome, sir"
It seems like I've been here forever
Killing time in an airport bar
I watch the waitress
I wonder when she's free
But I don't really like her
And I don't think she likes me
'cause I am part of the furniture
Part of the furniture
Body hairs on the course of women
That scream, "That's not so bad", they say
Nails form spirals, helter skelters
Thoughts, tree-lined streets wear brick houses
Suburban urges, disconnections
"I hope you find your way, sir"
Junkies, drunkies, queers, diseases
Electric hating dying eyes from
Far away, didn't I say
It seems like I've been here forever
Killing time in an airport bar
Killing time in an airport bar
Killing time in an airport bar
Wish we were here
It seems like I've been here forever
It seems like I've been here forever
Killing time in an airport bar
Killing time in an airport bar
Killing time in an airport bar
Killing time in an airport bar
Killing time in an airport bar
With a face like a razor
Eyes like an insect
Body like cancer
All the hostesses
Feel the shame in what they do
All the travelers just say "you're welcome, sir"
Killing time in an airport bar
I wonder when she's free
But I don't really like her
And I don't think she likes me
'cause I am part of the furniture
Part of the furniture
That scream, "That's not so bad", they say
Nails form spirals, helter skelters
Thoughts, tree-lined streets wear brick houses
Suburban urges, disconnections
Junkies, drunkies, queers, diseases
Electric hating dying eyes from
Far away, didn't I say
Killing time in an airport bar
Killing time in an airport bar
Killing time in an airport bar
It seems like I've been here forever
Killing time in an airport bar
Killing time in an airport bar
Killing time in an airport bar
Killing time in an airport bar
This is clearly "industrial poetry". It is obviously this is about a man killing time in an aiport bar. Plus, he's adding his perspectives, principally emptiness in the tourists, waitress and the suburbia. But at the end, he's just part of it, part of the furniture.