Prompt / Lyrics
(Instrumental Solo) [Slow fiddle melody → bagpipes swell and lift into a hopeful march] (Verse 1) The clock’s run thin on the pub wall face Candles flicker in this holy place Boots are heavy, heads hang low Nobody’s ready to bloody go (Verse 2) One last song from the corner band Fiddle crying like it understands Bagpipes hum like a farewell prayer For the nights we lived and left in there (Chorus- PRIDEFUL MALE CHOIR) Last call at Murphy’s door One more drink, one song more If this night must hit the floor Let it die at Murphy’s door (Verse 3) Coins run dry but the stories flow About loves we lost and will never know Promises made with a drunken roar We swear we’ll change—just not before (Chorus- PRIDEFUL MALE CHOIR) Last call at Murphy’s door One more drink, one song more If this night must hit the floor Let it die at Murphy’s door Last call at Murphy’s door One more drink, one song more If this night must hit the floor Let it die at Murphy’s door (Verse 4) The barman sighs, the lights come on But no one here is truly gone We linger like smoke and spilled stout foam Dragging our heels from our second home (Chorus- PRIDEFUL MALE CHOIR) Last call at Murphy’s door One more drink, one song more If this night must hit the floor Let it die at Murphy’s door (Break- SOFT, CROWD HUM) Mmm-oh… Mmm-oh… (Instrumental Solo) [Slow fiddle melody → bagpipes swell and lift into a hopeful march] (Bridge- PRIDE BUILDING) If dawn must find us broke and sore Let it find us laughing more The night’s not done while we still roar Outside or in at Murphy’s door (Chorus- FULL VOICES, SING-ALONG) Last call at Murphy’s door One more drink, one song more If this night must hit the floor Let it die at Murphy’s door (Outro- SLOWED, CROWD SHOUTS LAST LINE) Lock it up, but mark our word— Tomorrow night we’re back once more
Tags
Mid-tempo Irish folk rock, aching fiddles, swelling pipes, drunk-harmonic choirs, bittersweet pride.
Duration
3:56
Instrumental
No
Created
3/1/2026