[Verse 1] [Low, raspy vocals, lingering on the consonants] Hey Mr. Barman, with the velvet snake smile... Pouring out poison, yeah, you do it with style. Tossing the bottles up into the neon glare, Got the salt on your thumb and the smoke in your hair. You’re the king of the desperate, the lord of the lost, Serving up salvation, never minding the cost. [Chorus] Pour it heavy, Mr. Barman, let the tequila flow! Down in the belly of the beast, El Dorado! Wash away the sins with a slice of lime, We're all just killing a little bit of time. Yeah, keep it coming till the neon turns black... And nobody's asking for their money back. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] Hey Mr. Barman, I see the trick up your sleeve. Giving these women exactly what they believe. Liquid courage in a sticky plastic cup, Keep tilting their chins, keep filling them up. [Harmonica wails softly in the background] You watch them drown in the cheap, sweet rum, Waiting for a dawn that’s never gonna come. [Pre-Chorus] Don't stop pouring. Don't break the spell. You're the finest devil in this all-inclusive hell. [Chorus] Pour it heavy, Mr. Barman, let the tequila flow! Down in the belly of the beast, El Dorado! Wash away the sins with a slice of lime, We're all just killing a little bit of time. Yeah, keep it coming till the neon turns black... And nobody's asking for their money back. [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] One shot for the heartache. Two shots for the past. Three shots for the illusion... Hoping it’s gonna last. You know it never lasts. [Outro] Hey Mr. Barman... Keep pouring.
