Listen

they're watching the bar fight
under the limelight

shove a quarter in her mouth
and she'll talk all night

waves of drunk breath
she likes the sound of her voice

shove a quarter in her mouth
and she'll talk all night

boys sit at the bar stools
and talk about problems
(their life, their job...mostly their wife)

while she's running her mouth
hot breath
she likes the sound of her voice

it's hard to realize through all the noise
nobody's listening, nobody cares
through all the noise
she's just part of the noise

miss jukebox player

shove a quarter in her mouth
and she'll talk all night