Last In The Club
Buzz Kull
Friday night, looking for love
I'm the last one left in the club
Shaky hands, legs are weak
Got a problem, so it seems
Last in the club
Signing out, working week
Feel the night at its peak
Scan the room for eyes to meet
In reflection, only me
Last in the club
Last in the club
Find a light, the smoker's seat
Conversation on repeat
Closing time scross the street
Open doors, it's only me
Last in the club
Last in the club
Last in the club
Last in the club
Last in the club
Last in the club
