[Verse 1] Open mic Monday Sticky floor Dim room Got my best three jokes And this cheap cologne Spotlight buzzin' As I grab that stand First punchline lands Like a dropped tin can [Chorus] I got that tough crowd blues Laugh track in my head Smilin' at the silence While they stare instead Tryin' to kill Dyin' slow Each line fallin' flat I got that tough crowd blues And they ain't laughin' back (oh no) [Verse 2] Talk about my ex Talk about my dad That whole front table Just scrolls and nods Bartender chuckles But he's heard this bit Tip jar empty Guess the truth don't hit [Chorus] I got that tough crowd blues Laugh track in my head Smilin' at the silence While they stare instead Tryin' to kill Dyin' slow Each line fallin' flat I got that tough crowd blues And they ain't laughin' back (hey!) [Bridge] Maybe I'm the joke Maybe that's the act Clown shoes heart Big red nose of a past If pain is gold I'm rich on this stage But every single setup Just fades away [Instrumental Break] [Organ solo builds from slow bends to wild Screaming runs over a locked-in funk vamp Band pushes harder Then snaps back to the groove] [Chorus] I got that tough crowd blues Laugh track in my head Smilin' at the silence While they stare instead One last line One last bow Tip my hat That's that I got that tough crowd blues But I keep comin' back (oh yeah) I got that tough crowd blues And I keep comin' back
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