Another round for the cowboy, a whiskey neat, The dame in red wants a martini, oh so sweet. The guy in the trench coat, a dark and stormy night, And the old lady, a sherry, with a knowing light. In Liar's Bar, where secrets reside, Every drink's a story, nowhere to hide. The guy in the corner, a nervous twitch and stare, Nurses his whiskey, like secrets he can't bear. He slides a note across the counter, a whispered plea, "For a friend," he says, but his eyes don't agree. In Liar's Bar, where shadows reside, Every drink's a story, nowhere to hide. Two shadows linger, close and low, Their whispers soft, a dangerous show. A stolen glance, a touch so slight, Trading secrets in the fading light. In Liar's Bar, where secrets reside, Every drink's a story, nowhere to hide. A shadow in the corner, a figure so sly, Watches the room with a glint in their eye. They slip the bartender a worn leather pouch, A silent exchange, a secret avouch. In Liar's Bar, where secrets reside, Every drink's a story, nowhere to hide. A hush falls over the crowded room, As a stranger steps in, dispelling the gloom. They move with purpose, a secret to keep, While the other figures' eyes start to creep. In Liar's Bar, where secrets reside, Every drink's a story, nowhere to hide. In Liar's Bar, the night's secrets reside, Where shadows dance and truths collide. A place of whispers, of deals in the night, Liar's Bar, where nothing's quite right.
