There were better bars in town than this one

Lets just say that

Couples starting off their night and old men

Enjoying a lonely pint

But the toilets were sprinkled with rot dust

From line after line after gram being inhaled

Time after time and again

Till the monkey turns sour

Till the monkey turns sour

After close after hours x2

And the way down this road

Can you see where it goes?

The powder room had no cubicles from where they’d

Been ripped off the floor

And the  vomit infested air had no smoke to

Mask the truth anymore

There were cracks in the floor tiles from fighting

The tall chairs swayed ten degrees either side

From where they’d fell on them time after time and again

Till the monkey turns sour x2

After close after hours x2

And the way down this road

Can you see where it goes? X2

You can’t imagine a bar like this and build it

This bar was made over time

People have wandered across the threshold

And lost themselves down the line

Walls were christened with blood, piss and beer stains

Sex and fear, sweat and tears, spit and rain

That’s leaked over years after time and again

Till the monkey turns sour

After close after hours x2

And the way down this road

Can you see where it goes? X2

After close after hours.