Time is running out
I can hardly breathe in here
people pushing all around
closing time is near
I have to watch my step
stumbling through this bar
trying to forget
that bottom’s not too far

A toast to the past
last call for alcohol
before the die is cast
last call for alcohol

The last seven years
were obviously too fat
when it’s time to pay the bill
sign another check

Death is knocking at the door
the last one to come in
no-one here gets out alive
so one more drink to him

Last call for alcohol. The world as a bar with opening-time running out. Cheers.

(translated with the help of Tufty, Toxic Reasons)

© 1987, unpublished

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