Spending a slow night at Hak's
Drinking near a bowl of snacks
Cooling off after a day at the yards
None here but me and two guys playing cards
My whiskey's half gone and the ice slowly melts
When two Force-users walk in, sabers on belts
You can often spot them by their way of dress
Showing up to get drunk almost daily no less
At times I envy their lives of great power
But alcohol's all their misdeeds won't sour
Though that's the cost for the stability we get
And safety from the next murderous threat
It reminds me my life's not a waste
But this beer has a metallic taste