| [00:00] |
And so we’ve had another night |
| [00:08] |
Of poetry and proses |
| [00:13] |
And each man know he’ll be alone |
| [00:19] |
When the sacred ginmill closes |
| [00:26] |
And so we’ll drink the final glass |
| [00:32] |
Each to his joy and sorrow |
| [00:37] |
And hope the numbing drunk will last |
| [00:41] |
Till opening tomorrow |
| [00:51] |
And when we stumble back again |
| [00:55] |
Like paralytic dancers |
| [01:00] |
Each knows the question he must ask |
| [01:06] |
And each man knows the answer |
| [01:14] |
And so we’ll drink the final drink |
| [01:20] |
That cuts the brain in sections |
| [01:26] |
Where answers do not signify |
| [01:32] |
And there aren’t any questions |
| [01:40] |
I broke my heart the other day |
| [01:46] |
It will mend again tomorrow |
| [01:50] |
If I'd been drunk when I was born |
| [01:57] |
I'd be ignorant of sorrow |
| [02:05] |
And so we'll drink the final toast |
| [02:11] |
That never can be spoken |
| [02:16] |
Here's to the heart that is wise enough |
| [02:21] |
To know when it's better off broke |
