Slave of New Brunswick
Written by Glen Burtnik
Lead Vocals by Glen Burtnik
I remember the girls I knew in high school.
I remember the way I used to get around.
I remember how I couldn't wait for summer, oh, no,
And the feeling that I was free to leave this town.
I've been sitting on this barstool
Since the day I graduated.
Every day, I wear this ball and chain.
And the prison I have chosen
Is the city of New Brunswick,
To which, my friend, I'm no more than a slave.
There's a jukebox that plays my favorite records.
There's a dance floor where I've acted like a fool.
There's a clock that says I'm not getting any younger.
There's a waitress that broke my heart in two.
I've been sitting on this barstool
Since the day I graduated.
Yes, I'm here to say I have seen better days.
And the prison I have chosen
Is the city of New Brunswick
To which, my friend, I'm no more than a slave.
I had a dream, but I lost it in the whiskey.
I had a plan, but it drowned in all the beer.
I had a tear that dropped into my tequila
But I still got friends and I'll always find them here.
I've been sitting on this barstool
Since the day I graduated.
Guess I'll stay right here until my dying day.
And the prison I have chosen
Is the city of New Brunswick,
To which, my friend, I'm no more than a slave.
It's true, my friend, I'll always be a slave.
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