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 bottoms 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 its 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© 1987, unpublished
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