[Intro][The key ring from track eleven remains on the bar. Wurlitzer and guitar enter around its dry metallic rattle.] [Spoken Word: Lead Vocal] Moe, leave those right there. We have an idea. [Verse 1] Moe lays the keys where the spilled lager dries, Beside the old till and tonight's counted fives. "These are not mine, though I lock up the place. They belong to the hands that keep life in this space." The sound engineer brings out a folder and pen; "Page one," says the promoter. "Reed it again." [Pre-Chorus] No millionaire waits behind the red wall, No label executive returns the call. Just names in a notebook and sums that are hard, A plan taking shape where the old till stands. [Chorus] Keys on the bar, names on a page, Five-pound promises passed from the stage. No cheque from a stranger, no fortune to spare, Just keys on the bar and the work we can share. Keys on the bar, one question goes round: Who puts a name to the help they put down? [Verse 2] An electrician offers two Saturdays free; A lawyer by the toilets says, "Bring it to me." The neighbour upstairs who complained about noise Offers to price what the new walls might cost. A carpenter circles the rot by the stair; The guest from track six puts twenty pounds there. [Pre-Chorus] No easy conclusion, no guaranteed date; The seller may refuse and the bank may not wait. But doubt sounds different when figures turn clear, When names meet the skills people carried in here. [Chorus] Keys on the bar, names on a page, Five-pound promises passed from the stage. No cheque from a stranger, no fortune to spare, Just keys on the bar and the work we can share. Keys on the bar, one question goes round: Who puts a name to the help they put down? [Instrumental Break][Wurlitzer repeats the three-note motif. The keys shake in time like a dry tambourine.] [Verse 3] Moe brings the photographs, boxes in rows, Faces of people this small building knows. The engineer prints out the cost of the roof; The treasurer asks for each invoice as proof. By midnight, the figures are taped to the wall; A plumber red-circles the worst leak of all. [Verse 4] An anthem cannot do the paperwork alone, But a chorus can keep tired hands by the phone. One person lists grants; one measures the hall; One rings former bands who once wrote on the wall. The keys stay in sight beside bottles and change Till somebody signs for the next working day. [Bridge] A key is just metal till rules make it fair; One vote for each name, each invoice laid bare. The people who use it decide how to run it; Not as a slogan. They turn up and do it. [Buildup][Audience handclaps join one by one. The clipboard moves through the front row.] [Lead / Audience] Write down your name! / Pass it along! Write what you know! / Make the plan strong! [Final Chorus] Keys on the bar, names on a page, Five-pound promises passed from the stage. No cheque from a stranger, no fortune to spare, Just keys on the bar and the work we can share. Lift up the ring; let the next hand declare: I will take one part if the burden is shared. [Outro][The key ring moves hand to hand through the front row. The clipboard follows.] Pass them on. Pass them on.