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Ah we're drinking and we're dancingand the band is really happeningand the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companionshe's the Angel of Compassionshe's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancerlifts a happy face to thank herthe fiddler fiddles something so sublimeall the women tear their blouses offand the men they dance on the polka-dotsand it's partner found, it's partner lostand it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah the women tear their blouses offand the men they dance on the polka-dotsand it's partner found, it's partner lostand it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:it's CLOSING TIME
Ah we're lonely, we're romanticand the cider's laced with acidand the Holy Spirit's crying, "
Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming nakedand the summer night is fragrantwith a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we staggerdown the snakes and up the ladderto the tower where the blessed hours chimeand I swear it happened just like this:a sigh, a cry, a hungry kissthe Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened sincebut CLOSING TIMEI swear it happened just like this:a sigh, a cry, a hungry kissthe Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
CLOSING TIMEI loved you for your beautybut that doesn't make a fool of me:you were in it for your beauty tooand I loved you for your bodythere's a voice that sounds like God to medeclaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
And I loved you when our love was blessedand I love you now there's nothing leftbut sorrow and a sense of overtimeand I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens nextlooks like freedom but it feels like deathit's something in between, I guessit's CLOSING TIME
Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sexlooks like freedom but it feels like deathit's something in between, I guessit's CLOSING TIME
Yeah we're drinking and we're dancingbut there's nothing really happeningand the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companiongets me fumbling gets me laughingshe's a hundred but she's wearingsomething tightand I lift my glass to the Awful Truthwhich you can't reveal to the Ears of Youthexcept to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twiceand it's once for the devil and once for Christbut the Boss don't like these dizzy heightswe're busted in the blinding lights,busted in the blinding lightsof CLOSING TIME
The whole damn place goes crazy twiceand it's once for the devil and once for Christbut the Boss don't like these dizzy heightswe're busted in the blinding lights,busted in the blinding lightsof CLOSING TIME
Oh the women tear their blouses offand the men they dance on the polka-dots
It's CLOSING TIME
And it's partner found, it's partner lostand it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's CLOSING TIMEI swear it happened just like this:a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIMEI loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But CLOSING TIMEI miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.
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