“I no longer have any reasons to live”

Lonely Mitch’s, you were my favorite bar
Now you have gone away… so far

The nights wasted playing pool were really great
Without you, my life I hate

A blackout, every time I walked inside
Paul and Brick would follow stride

Twas the long-hairs and the chain-smoking Asians
That aided your persuasions

Two dollar pitchers for the entire night
Brett would squirm with such delight

Once I spent one hundred and twenty-one bucks
When I woke up, I said “Shucks”

None of us ever picked up girls at Our Bar
Except Dan… big as a car

I no longer have any reasons to live
Mitch’s back, what I would give

One more night to get silly drunk and black out
In that dirty bar that we called home.