Cheap and Loud: PJ's Nest / Model T

Lyrics

[Intro]
Alright!
Turn it up!

[Verse 1]
Seventeen-eighteen North Highland Avenue.
Floor's got a stick to it, got a hold on your shoe.
Smells like last Tuesday's beer and last night's regrets.
Patrick J. Conlan is taking all the bets.
Dim light, red light, glow from the jukebox machine.
A dollar gets you Zeppelin, a dollar gets you Queen.
Pool balls crack in the back room haze.
Living out the last of our glorious, broken days.

[Chorus]
Give it to me cheap and loud!
That's all we ever asked for.
Just cheap and loud!
No cover at the door.
Just a beat-up stool and a pour that's true.
Just give it to me cheap and loud, me and you!

[Verse 2]
Over on Monroe Drive, number nine-forty-one.
The sun goes down, the real work's begun.
Don't you dare show up with your plastic card.
This is a cash-only life, and we play it hard.
No fancy glasses, no little paper umbrella.
Just a cold longneck and a story to tell ya.
The neon sign's buzzing a busted-up tune.
Under a tired and hazy Atlanta moon.

[Chorus]
Give it to me cheap and loud!
That's all we ever asked for.
Just cheap and loud!
What are you waiting for?
Just a beat-up stool and a pour that's true.
Just give it to me cheap and loud, me and you!

[Bridge]
Weren't looking for salvation.
Weren't looking for a sign.
We weren't trying to change the world, just kill a little time.
A place where your name didn't matter so much.
Just the feel of the sticky bar top under your touch.

[Outro]
Yeah! PJ's Nest!
Model T!
One more round!
CHEAP AND LOUD!
CHEAP AND LOUD!