The Draw

The Draw He wants the cheapest drinks in town Because he thinks that’s gonna bring them around Cheap, cheap, cheap That’s the draw He wants us to pour the cheapest drinks in town While everybody’s frowning Everybody’s looking down Cheap, cheap, cheap That’s the draw He wants the cheapest drinks in town But he wants somebody else To pay for his dismay He wants the cheapest drinks in town So he can shove his bartenders down Then point his finger and say You’re the one You’re the one You’re the one Who’s taking me down But look around Who built the circus? Who drew the crowd? Who put up the shiny little sign And promised them the world? The draw Cheap drinks Big promises Come on in Come on down Here’s the deal Here’s the catch Here’s the bill For the damage He wants the cheapest drinks in town Because he thinks cheap Means they’ll come around But people aren’t numbers And bartenders aren’t machines You can’t grind somebody down And then wonder why they leave He wants the cheapest drinks in town Because he’s a fucking clown He wants the cheapest drinks in town Because he doesn’t know How to treat people around him Shiny little object Come and get it Come and see Everything looks golden Till you realize It’s not free That’s the draw Come on in Come on down Look at all the pretty lights Look at all the people Look at what we’ve got tonight And then the trap comes down He’ll point the finger You’re the one You’re the one You’re the one But nine fingers Point right back Nine fingers Nine Back And that’s the part He never wants to see He blames the bartender He blames the crowd He blames the ones Who won’t play along He blames everybody For the mess he’s made But you can’t keep burning bridges And complain about the smoke You can’t keep grinding people down And call it business You can’t keep making everybody small Just to make yourself feel tall Cheap drinks Cheap tricks Cheap little draw Everybody comes running To see what they saw But eventually The shine wears off And everybody sees What the draw really was It wasn’t the drinks It wasn’t the price It wasn’t the shiny little promise It was the hope That maybe this time It would be different And maybe that’s why I tried to help Maybe that’s why I tried to make people see him differently I thought maybe There was something underneath it Something worth saving Something worth understanding But fuck that little rat Nobody wants the show anymore Nobody wants the blame Nobody wants to be the one You point at When the whole damn thing Falls down So keep your cheap drinks Keep your shiny little objects Keep your draw Because eventually The crowd figures it out And when they do They don’t come around They walk out And they don’t look back.