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GAh we're drinking and we're dancing
GAnd the band is really happening
EmAnd the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
BmAnd my very sweet companion
BmShe's the Angel of Compassion
EmShe's rubbing half the world against her thigh
CAnd every drinker every dancer
CLifts a happy face to thank her
G B7 EmThe fiddler fiddles something so sublime
DAll the women tear their blouses off
DAnd the men they dance on the polka-dots
CAnd it's partner found, it's partner lost
CAnd it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
GIt's closing time
CYeah the women tear their blouses off
CAnd the men they dance on the polka-dots
G BAnd it's partner found, it's partner lost
Em CAnd it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
G DIt's closing time
Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
And the cider's laced with acid
And the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
And the summer night is fragrant
With a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
Down the snakes and up the ladder
To the tower where the blessed hours chime
And I swear it happened just like this:
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
The Gates of Love they budget an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But closing time
I swear it happened just like this:
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
The Gates of Love they budget an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But closing time, closing time
EmI loved you for your beauty
EmBut that doesn't make a fool of me:
DYou were in it for your beauty too
EmAnd I loved you for your body
EmThere's a voice that sounds like God to me
A DDeclaring, declaring, declaring that your body's
really, really, really, really you
CAnd I loved you when our love was blessed
CAnd I love you now there's nothing left
G B7 EmBut sorrow and a sense of overtime
DAnd I missed you since the place got wrecked
DAnd I just don't care what happens next
CLooks like freedom but it feels like death
CIt's something in between, I guess
GIt's closing time
Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between, I guess
It's closing time
Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
But there's nothing really happening
And the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
Gets me fumbling gets me laughing
She's a hundred but she's wearing something tight
And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
Which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
Except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
And it's once for the devil and it's once for Christ
But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
We're busted in the blinding lights
Of closing time
The whole damn place goes crazy twice
And it's once fore the devil and it's once for Christ
But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
We're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights
Of closing time, closing time
GOh the women tear their blouses off
GAnd the men they dance on the polka-dots
DIt's closing time
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's closing time
I swear it happened just like this:
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's closing time
The Gates of Love they budget an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But closing time
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But closing time
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
It's closing time...
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