Last call, last call, get out you’ve had a A one too many and I don’t need no more fights (Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh It’s gonna be a long night, better run before the demon comes) Black out, black out again Back to the dreams and the fire guess I’ll see you in the daylight (Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh It’s gonna be a long night, better run before the demon comes) So I hum a little tune but it’s just for me Cause not everyone deserves their own elegy, it goes Nana na na na na nana na na Nana na na na na nana na na Nana na na na na nana na na na na With my golden one ball I’ll tear your throat out Leave you dying on the pavement With my golden one ball I’ll bash your skull in Leave you dying on the floor And if you’re tryin to say shit Well allow me to be clear You’re used to being the tough guy Well tough guy, how’s the view from here? Put my cigarette out on the felt, leaving the cue behind Building a better brutal plan (Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh It’s gonna be a long night, better run before the demon comes) Step out with a simulacrum of a .44 Magnum heavy in my hand (Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh It’s gonna be a long night, better run before the demon comes) So I hum a little tune while you beg and bleed Cause not everyone deserves a little empathy, it goes Nana na na na na nana na na Nana na na na na nana na na Nana na na na na nana na na na na With my golden one ball I’ll smash your teeth in Leave you dying on the pavement With my golden one ball I’ll tear your jaw off Leave you dying on the floor It came up out of the basement Q-q-q-quivering with fear Can’t buy your way out of this one Sorry your money’s no good here Your jaw hangs down A downturned snout The streetlight casting shadows Painting silhouettes like dogs Your jaw hangs down Teeth rattle on the ground The streetlight casting shadows Painting silhouettes like dogs Silhouettes like dogs Silhouettes like dogs Nana na na na na nana na na Nana na na na na nana na na Nana na na na na nana na na na na Na nana na na na na nana na na Nana na na na na nana na na Nana na na na na nana na na na na With my golden one ball I’ll tear your throat out Leave you dying on the pavement With my golden one ball I’ll rip your soul out Leave you dying on the floor I think it’s all over Down at the Wilted Clover Calling all calling all cars Calling all officers, over and out I think it’s all over Down at the Wilted Clover Calling all calling all cars Calling all officers, can anyone help Calling all calling all cars Calling all calling all cars Calling all