Track Insight / Lyrics
(Verse 1)
[dry, close-mic, swaggering mid-
Neon bleeding on the wet asphalt, the bouncer knows my face
Basement stairs and cigarette smoke, the sermon of this place
She's got glitter on her collarbone and trouble in her grin
Says she came from Jersey just to lose herself in sin
And the bass drum kicks like a heartbeat that refuses to give in
(Pre-Chorus)
Bass and toms, tense pulse building...
The city sells you heaven for a twenty at the door
Then it drains you like a bottle and it begs you back for more
I'm not here to be forgiven, I'm not here to be saved
Pour it up and let it burn —
(Chorus)
[full band explodes, crunchy guitars,
LAST CALL ON MOTT STREET! — we don't go home tonight!
LAST CALL ON MOTT STREET! — pour the whiskey, kill the light!
Every ghost in Manhattan's gotta dance before it dies —
LAST CALL ON MOTT STREET! LAST CALL ON MOTT STREET!
(Verse 2)
[back to dry,
The DJ's spinning knives and pearls, the ceiling's coming down
A hundred strangers shoulder to shoulder, kings without a crown
There's a poet in the bathroom crying mascara into the sink
And a banker buying round for round just so he doesn't think
Everybody's chasing something that they'll lose before they blink
(Pre-Chorus)
They can keep their velvet ropelines, keep their bottles full of lies
I was born inside a strobe light with the city in my eyes
I'm not the man they wanted, I'm the noise that wouldn't fade
So strike the match and let it burn —
(Chorus)
[even bigger,
LAST CALL ON MOTT STREET! — we don't go home tonight!
LAST CALL ON MOTT STREET! — pour the whiskey, kill the light!
Every ghost in Manhattan's gotta dance before it dies —
LAST CALL ON MOTT STREET! LAST CALL ON MOTT STREET!
(Bridge)
[strips to bass and kick only — sparse,
...
And when the lights come up at 4 a.m....
...and the floor is soaked in sound...
...
I'll be standing in the wreckage...
...with my heart still beating loud...
(Final Chorus)
[massive, raspy ad-libs,
LAST CALL ON MOTT STREET! (one more round!) — we don't go home tonight!
LAST CALL ON MOTT STREET! (one more round!) — pour the whiskey, kill the light!
Every ghost in Manhattan's gotta dance before it dies —
LAST CALL ON MOTT STREET! LAST CALL ON MOTT STREET!
LAST CALL... TONIGHT...
