Closing Time - Live in London

Lyrics for Closing Time - Live in London

Ah, we're drinking and we're dancing And the band is really happening And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion She's the angel of compassion She's rubbing half the world against her thigh And every drinker, every dancer Lifts a happy face to thank her The fiddler fiddles something so sublime The women tear their blouses off And the men they dance on the polka-dots It's partner found and it's partner lost Hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's closing time Yeah, the women tear their blouses off And the men they dance on the polka-dots It's partner found and it's partner lost It's hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's closing time Closing time Ah, we're lonely, we're romantic And the cider's laced with acid And the holy spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" And the moon is swimming naked And the summer night is fragrant With a mighty expectation of relief So, we struggle and we stagger down The snakes and up the ladder To the tower where the blessed hours chime And I swear it happened just like this A sigh, a cry, a hungry kis The gates of love they budged an inch Can't say much has happened since But closing time I swear it happened just like this A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss The gates of love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since I can't say much has happened since Can't say much has happened since But closing time Closing time I loved you for your beauty That doesn't make a fool of You were in it for your beauty too And I loved you for your body There's a voice that sounds like God to me Declaring, declaring, declaring, declaring Declaring that your body's really you And I loved you when our love was blessed And I love you now there's nothing left But sorrow and a sense of overtime And I missed you since the place got wrecked And I just don't care what happens next Looks like freedom but it feels like death It's something in between, I guess It's closing time Yeah, I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex Looks like freedom but it feels like death It's something in between, I guess Yeah, we're drinking and we're dancing But there's nothing really happening And the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion Gets me fumbling, gets me laughing She's a hundred but she's wearing something tight And I lift my glass to the awful truth Which you can't reveal to the ears of youth Except to say it isn't worth a dime And the whole damn place goes crazy twice It's once for the devil and once for Christ The boss don't like these dizzy heights We're busted in the blinding lights Of closing time Yeah, the whole damn place goes crazy twice And it's once for the devil and once for Christ But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights We're busted in the blinding lights Busted in the blinding lights Busted in the blinding lights Of closing time Closing time (Alright, here we go) The women tear their blouses off And the men they dance on the polka-dots It's closing time And it's partner found, it's partner lost Hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's closing time And I swear it happened just like this A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss It's closing time And the gates of love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since But closing time And I loved you when our love was blessed And I loved you now there's nothing left But closing time And I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex It's closing time