Last Call

Last Call

As Friends Rust
(album: Won)

Don´t expect what you´ve been expecting.
Don´t look for love here, no love to be found.
Gruesome on the upstroke, painful going down.
It´s gonna be a dark, dark night.
Yours are the figures that we´ve been projecting.
Your figure, his figure, sprawled out on the ground.
I go to watch the sex before it happens.
It´s gonna be a dark, dark night.
Get a couple in you.
Really knock them dead tonight.
It´s a game of give and take.
Give and take good head tonight.
Never see the faces. It´s far too dark for that.
This game is old.
Really knock them dead tonight.
Here in the nightclub the heathens convene,
under the pretense of swimming upstream.
We´re so predictable and yet we don´t seem to notice.
Slicked back and primped up, we apply our self-esteem.
Dabbing, not smudging, build ourselves into a dream.
The order of intake is a delicate thing.
It´s gonna be a dark, dark night.
It´s a waste of time.
Buying drinks.
Sipping drinks.
Spilling drinks.
Buy another drink.
Small talk.
Tall tales.
Feeling up.
Falling down.
Taking you home.
Unzipping.
Swivel-hipping.
Sweat dripping.
Casting shadows.
Tumble, straddle.
Drugged by strobe and unsung battles.
Buying drinks.
Sipping drinks.
Spilling drinks.
Taking you home.
Hey,Roxanne.
I´m on a roll.
It´s a waste of time.