Bernie Christie - After Hours Lyrics

There were better bars in town than this one
Let's just say that
Couples starting off their night and old men
Enjoying a lonely pint
But the toilets were sprinkled with rot dust
From line after line after gram being inhaled
Time after time and again
Till the monkey turns sour
Till the monkey turns sour

After close after hours
After close after hours
And the way down this road
Can you see where it goes?

The powder room had no cubicles, from where they'd
Been ripped off the floor
And the vomit infested air had no smoke to
Mask the truth anymore
There were cracks in the floor tiles from fighting
The tall chairs swayed ten degrees either side
From where they'd fell on them time after time and again
Till the monkey turns sour
Till the monkey turns sour

After close after hours
After close after hours
And the way down this road
Can you see where it goes?
Can you see where it goes?

You can't imagine a bar like this and build it
This bar was made over time
People have wandered across the threshold
And lost themselves down the line
Walls are christened with blood, piss and beer stains
Sex and fear, sweat and tears, spit and rain
That's leaked over years after time and again
Till the monkey turns sour
After close after hours

After close after hours
And the way down this road
Can you see where it goes?
Can you see where it goes?
After close after hours