Mulligans: The Irish Dive That Was

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Down on Cheshire Bridge, past the neon promises and the late-night cars
You push through the door, escape the stars
Dark wood bar, worn smooth and deep
Secrets that the varnish keep
Chris Black's been leaning on this spot for fifteen years
Swears through his teeth and a couple beers
'It's the last real dive bar around!'
Joe White just nods, wants another round
He's been coming here since he was twenty-one
Before the real work had begun.

[Chorus]
So raise a glass to the sticky floor!
To the ghosts of smoke behind the door!
For Mulligans! For thirty years!
Drowning out all the brand new fears!
We're pouring cheap and singing loud!
The last real home for this whole damn crowd!

[Verse 2]
Remember back before two-thousand-five?
When the haze was so thick, you felt alive
The Georgia law scrubbed the air all clean
But you can't wash out what the wood has seen
A phantom sting in the upholstery thread
A million conversations in your head
Over the crack of the eight-ball, the thud of a dart
Just trying to mend a working heart.

[Chorus]
So raise a glass to the sticky floor!
To the ghosts of smoke behind the door!
For Mulligans! For thirty years!
Drowning out all the brand new fears!
We're pouring cheap and singing loud!
The last real home for this whole damn crowd!

[Bridge]
Then March of twenty-twelve came blowing through
Mike Mulligan said, 'Boys, what can you do?'
He just shook his head, 'The rent's too high...'
'It's just too much to even try.'
The end of a story in a landlord's touch
Never thought we stood to lose so much.

[Chorus]
SO RAISE A GLASS TO THE STICKY FLOOR!
TO THE GHOSTS OF SMOKE BEHIND THE DOOR!
FOR MULLIGANS! FOR THIRTY YEARS!
DROWNING OUT ALL THE BRAND NEW FEARS!
WE'RE POURING CHEAP AND SINGING LOUD!
THE LAST REAL HOME FOR THIS WHOLE DAMN CROWD!

[Outro]
ONE MORE ROUND! FOR THE ROAD!
ONE MORE ROUND! BEFORE WE GO!