Last Call (3:43)

Those faces are telling you stories.
You smile but you can't believe.
So young, so crashed, so out on cash
and so well perceived.
And still there's doubt,
about what's real and what's a fake.
Surprisingly she's jumping in her Lexus.
Well, I suppose she's got her part of the cake,
She's got her part of the cake.

Part of the cake, part of the cake...

You walk through gaswork park,
and you start thinking,
As if you could ever stop.
And you imagine, you might be the one
far out on the street,
Far, far away from the top.
It's all so shiny and then it rains again.
These eyes are denying themselves.
And you catch yourself, staring at the mirrow,
Is that what's left in the shelf ?

Left in the shelf, left in the shelf...
What's left in the shelf ?

There's no goal who knows who cares.
There's no reason after all.
But something out there does really scare you,
It's the last.....
But something out there does really scare you,
It's the last call for alcohol.
It's the last call for alcohol.
It's the last call for alcohol........