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Pull up a stool, throw back a shot

A toast to your name and the freedom you brought

Take us back to a time we shared

I thought to myself of these memories I bear

Callous-hidden scars on the blind can see

How this stool over here is always empty to me

But I hold my head up high

(Hey!)

Ensuring that your memory survives

Like clouded ale and grain

(Hey!)

If only to cheer pints again

Before that 2 o'clock bell

(Hey!)

Come on down!

Hey bartender

One last round

A toast to your name

It's never the same

Scream through the sound

One last round

A toast to your name

It's never the same

Hey, bartender!

One last round

So come on down

All gather round

Shout through the crowd

One last round

A toast to your name

It's never the same

Hey, bartender!

Oh, bartender!

I said, bartender!

Bring us one, last

One last round

Crooked grins and mischievous sins

A smile along for the ride

Growing up, somehow cut short

More than explanations denied

Gravel, dirt, dust and debris

All of them are casting their shadows

Here now lies a marble memorial

To our one and only siren eternal

One last round