The Lie of Luis Alberto

Verse 1

Louis Alberto Pestana Olivera Duarte

Picks up his lunch box

Leaves at half past six

He's walking real slow

Telling his wife it is time for the grind

Pre-Chorus

But that dusty old job site

Is just a ghost in his mind

He makes a hard left

Down at the stop sign

Chorus

Louie's down at the Silver Horseshoe bar

Sipping cold brews till the sun goes down

Full name ringing out across the counter top

Choo choo train brum brum bram bram

Living that lie one round at a time

Verse 2

Stained white undershirt

Resting on the rail

Looking for a fresh plate

Fried cod and salted skin

He says he's stacking stones

He's just stacking empty glass

Pre-Chorus

But that dusty old job site

Is just a ghost in his mind

He makes a hard left

Down at the stop sign

Chorus

Louie's down at the Silver Horseshoe bar

Sipping cold brews till the sun goes down

Full name ringing out across the counter top

Choo choo train brum brum bram bram

Living that lie one round at a time

Bridge

Luis Alberto doesn't lift a finger

Duarte won't break a sweat

Pestana likes the jukebox

Olivera's best day yet

Chorus

Louie's down at the Silver Horseshoe bar

Sipping cold brews till the sun goes down

Full name ringing out across the counter top

Choo choo train brum brum bram bram

Living that lie one round at a time

Post-Chorus

Brum brum

Choo choo

Louie's got no work to do

Bram bram

Just sitting on the stool