The Tender Lyrics

Keep their spirits up Frank, all for some so some for all,
The only spirits here man are hangin off the wall,
Yeah, you know as well as I do, that we dont serve up cheer,
When they come for anaesthetics and its been this way for years,
They empty out their glasses,#
Fill em up with tears,
One for the road, one for the road,
That leads them right back here,
To rain on their troubles,
Wash em down deep,
And play in the puddle,
Till theyre fast asleep.
Now Joe he lost his woman to some big-shot business man.
He said I trusted love not money and now look where I am.
Youve had enough Joe, you gotta go now.
Youve too much Joe, I send you home now.
And he says please Frank, please Frank.
But I am just the tender, I dont give counsel I dont get close,
Im on no rescue mission man, Im in no rescue boat,
Im here to make money,
Wages plus tips,
For pouring water
Into sinking ships.