Last Call

Lyrics

And so we've had another night Of poetry and poses And each man knows hell be alone When the sacred ginmill closes And so well drink the final glass Each to his joy and sorrow And hope the numbing drink will last Til opening tomorrow And when we stumble back again Like paralytic dancers Each knows the question he must ask And each man knows the answer And so well drink the final drink That cuts the brain in sections Where answers do not signify And there aren't any questions I broke my heart the other day It will mend again tomorrow If Id been drunk when I was born Id be ignorant of sorrow And so well drink the final toast That never can be spoken: Here's to the heart that is wise enough To know when its better off broken