A dirty backbeat in a dark backbar Help me doctor! Mend me! Renew me. Your prescription of concoctions, symphonics and tonics is upon me A malady cured with melody Ill beats on four four time Aside a fifth of booze Rock steady, cocktail heady, tides and eddies Ear drum, timpani A dirty backbeat in a dark backbar With liquor stiffer than thou Den of thigh highs Hot rush, eyes flush Feverish Hidden speakers blast pure bass One-hundred percent, uncut Reverbs through my chest Hi hat weaves through, as the heads bob Epileptic dance Weaponous eyes about, Sexy sexy Questionable decisions roam the room This sick pilgrimage Anonymous patients line up the bar Three deep The fourth drink collides against my soul The bartenders: High holy medicine men for the cocktail cult Pharmaceuticals for the true acolytes An elixir to forget ‘her’ Serums, syrups, tinctures, and potions And a dram of advice for those that will listen Beakers, test tubes, six-fold infusions A little death will give you renewed life Just a dram, but damn I’m feeling good Doctor Thank you First published in Danse Macabre