[Intro – heavy door swing] 🎤 (Jacques, spoken, gravel Aussie–French) “Oi—inside voice, outside problems. Welcome to my establishment… try not to die emotionally on the floor.” [piano kicks in — fast swing rhythm] [Verse 1] 🎤 I run this room on borrowed time And slightly questionable red wine The piano’s drunk, the floorboards grin And every lie walks smilin’ in I count the coins by ear, not sight Keeps life a little more… alright If logic knocks, I don’t insist I pour it neat and call it “twist” [Pre-Chorus] 🎤 No refunds, no regrets, no plan Just charm and chaos in my hand [Chorus] 🎤 Pour decisions—spin the wheel That’s just how the good cats feel Swing it fast, don’t ask me why Even truth here learns to lie Pour decisions—take your chance This whole place is built on dance If you survive the first glass poured You’re already slightly adored [piano doubles speed, accordion flourishes] [Verse 2 – character chaos, saloon POV] 🎤 Laizer’s leaning like she owns the sin I gave her trouble in a thin gold tin Mama Kitty doesn’t blink or frown She just quietly owns this town Twins are spinning up the stairs Like mirrored jokes and borrowed stares Bammer nods once, says “mm-hm” Which somehow means the deal is done [Bridge – spoken over swing break] 🎤 (Jacques, leaning on bar) “You see that crate over there? The unmarked one? Don’t worry about it. It’s either government paperwork… or feelings.” [accordion + slide guitar duel, piano keeps swinging] 🎤 “Actually—scratch that—it’s catnip and whiskey. Don’t tell me you’re disappointed. That’s on you.” [Verse 3] 🎤 Ducati rolled in like a dusty hymn Left half the road embarrassed for him Tarz snips truth out of everyone’s head Then charges extra for what I said Sabrina smiles like she’s heard it all Writes it down behind the wall This town don’t sleep, it just pretends And I collect all its loose ends [Final Chorus – bigger, louder swing] 🎤 Pour decisions—spin the wheel That’s just how the good cats feel Swing it fast, don’t ask me why Even truth here learns to lie Pour decisions—raise your glass Nothing here is meant to last If you’re still standing after me Congratulations… you’re legally free [Outro – spoken, slow grin] 🎤 “Last round’s on me… First round was your mistake.” [piano slows, swing fades out, glass clink[
