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Last Night Out

from LAST NIGHT OUT by Bloodkin

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LAST NIGHT OUT

there's a girl on that barstool
crying into her phone
telling someone, "please, I fucked up,
baby come and take me home"
and don't I remember how she feels
and don't I remember why
I remember the night I broke her heart
and felt my well run dry

(chorus)
that first night I came downtown
I got painted like a clown
my friends and I got drunk and loud
we lasted years I don't know how
til there's nothing left to celebrate now
and this is my last night out
this is my last night out, hey
this is my last night out


and there's a beggar in that doorway
and he's giving me the eye
holding out his shaky hand
asking for an alibi
and I tell him I've got no faith for him
and I tell him I've got no change
and I feel just the way he looks
and I feel so ashamed

(chorus)


so I'm heading back up to the hills all alone
locking my door, disconnecting my phone
sobering up and loading my shotgun
you better stay off of my lawn


now the President's on my TV screen
stumbling through some scripted lie
some say he's a serial killer
some say he deserves to die
the American Century is over
stick a fork in the 4th of July
the future ain't nothing but fire and fuel
and now our well's run dry

(chorus)

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from LAST NIGHT OUT, released June 7, 2005

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