Cranberry Juice

You order cranberry juice
The barman quips
Your wife committed adultery
Whoosh
Your fist lashes like a whip
Whoosh
Now what now what
Wouldn’t it have been better
To just order another shot
Put the change in the charities pot
Woulda made you feel better
Whoosh
Up comes the barman blood running from his nose e
He picks up a pint glass
Angry eyes, getting redder
Holds it beneath the streaming fountain
Says I can give ya cranberry juice
But it will taste a little scarlet
He pushes the glass to you and before you take it
Smashes it against the draught tap
whoosh
sends the shards into your hand
Then wraps the razor sharp edges into your face
Heres your fucking cranberry juice
Why would i care if your wife cheated on you
This pub is called the hangmans noose
You’ll know it before the night is through
Whoosh