Verse 1
The bottle is dry and the sun’s peeking through
The neon is flickering, turning to blue
The floorboards are sticky with whiskey and beer
But we’re the last ones who are standing in here
The bartender’s yawning, he’s reaching for the light
But we’re still addicted to the heat of the night
One foot on the stage and one foot in the grave
There isn't a soul left that we need to save!
Pre-Chorus
So pour one more round for the ghosts of the road
Before this whole city is ready to explode
The clock is a liar, the world is a stage
And we’re just the lions breaking out of the cage!
Chorus
The Final Call! Drink it down, let it burn
The Final Call! At the point of no return
The speakers are smoking, the curtain has fell
But we’re ringing the clapper on the liberty bell
One more for the road, one more for the soul
The last dying breath of Rock and Roll!
Verse 2
The tour bus is idling, the engine’s a roar
We’re leaving our sweat on the ballroom floor
Tomorrow’s a mystery, yesterday’s gone
We’re chasing the shadow of a heavy metal dawn
They say that it’s over, they say that we’re through
But they’ve never seen what a power chord can do
So raise up your glasses, let the world hear the sound
Before they put us six feet in the ground!
Bridge
(Guitar Solo: A frantic, "everything-but-the-kitchen-sink" solo. Rapid-fire tapping, huge bluesy bends, and a final, screeching whammy bar dive-bomb that lasts ten seconds.)
LAST CALL!
EMPTY THE GLASS!
WE’RE GOING OUT...
WITH A KICK IN THE ASS!
(High-pitched scream)
YEAH!
Chorus
The Final Call! Drink it down, let it burn
The Final Call! At the point of no return
The speakers are smoking, the curtain has fell
But we’re ringing the clapper on the liberty bell
One more for the road, one more for the soul
The last dying breath of Rock and Roll!
Outro
Final Call!
(Drummer goes into a 20-second chaotic fill)
See ya in the next city!
Goodnight, Hollywood!
(Feedback builds to a deafening roar, then cuts to total silence)
Goz
