[Intro]
[Bent two-note guitar call; club-door chain rattles.]

[Male Spoken]
Last call.

[Male Vocal]
[Chorus]
Last call on the Sunset Strip,
Raise that bottle, let it rip.
They bought the block, they want it all,
But we still own these sweating walls.
Let the red lights burn tonight,
One more song before first light.

[Verse 1]
The notice hung beside our name,
White paper on a wall of flame.
"Vacate Monday," typed in blue,
Seven words that split the room in two.
Beer and hot dust filled the stage,
Our faces grinned from a torn-up page.

[Pre-Chorus]
Joe looked twice, then set down ice.
The clock kept taking bites.

[Chorus]
Last call on the Sunset Strip,
Raise that bottle, let it rip.
They bought the block, they want it all,
But we still own these sweating walls.
Let the red lights burn tonight,
One more song before first light.

[Verse 2]
Mara tuned her battered red guitar,
Said, "Songs don't stop a wrecking bar."
I said, "Then let them hear us try."
She watched the rooftop swallow sky.
Below the phone jack, stickers peeled;
Dead bands clung like a scar that healed.

[Drum Break]
[Dry snare and toms; gang count-in.]

[Bridge]
We were never kings out here,
Just five loud friends with borrowed gear.
They can price the floor and view,
Not the nights that carried us through.

[Guitar Solo]
[Twin-guitar bends return to the two-note motif.]

[Final Chorus]
Last call on the Sunset Strip,
Raise that bottle, let it rip.
They bought the block, but not the sound
That shook these boards beneath the ground.
Let the red lights burn tonight,
Call the lost ones back inside.

[Outro]
Nail the poster straight again.
Call the rivals, call the friends.
Doors at ten; the sign stays lit.
Last call on the Sunset Strip.
