Bars on the Weekend Songtext
von What's Eating Gilbert

Tell me a story I haven′t heard from you
A thousand times before

You put your arm on me
I tried to keep a straight face
'Cause you′re stumbling all over this place, oh

It's a bottle in your hand
You must be drunk again
Is it really you talking to me?
I kinda think it's the whiskey
Seems the only time that you care is when alcohol is near
Will you talk to me sober?
Talk to me sober


You say you love me and miss me hanging around
But I just saw you yesterday
Yeah we had good times some memories
But now I can′t relate to you
You can′t relate to me

It's a bottle in your hand
You must be drunk again
Is it really you talking to me?
I kinda think it′s the whiskey
Seems the only time that you care is when alcohol is near
Will you talk to me sober?
Will you talk to me sober?

Bars on the weekend It's a bottle in your hand
Is this really you talking to me?
I kinda think it′s the whiskey
Seems the only time that you care is when alcohol is near
So wait!
And talk to me sober

Bars on the weekend Talk to me sober So wait!
And talk to me sober