Weakerthans the psalm for the elks lodge last call lyrics

Let the waitress put the chairs up,



let the glasses that she broke



form a picture of our leader



with a halo made of smoke.







Let the golden oldies station



crackle and come through



with a final benediction



we'll hum along to,



before we say goodnight.







Let our talk about the ball game



and the weather show we care,



like a sound we didn't notice



until it stopped and left us there



with the traffic and our heartbeats



beating in straight time.



Let our hatred and affection



march in the same line,



before we say goodnight.







Oh, protect our secret handshake.



Once more, with feeling,



let the toast to absent members



push through the ceiling,



before we say goodnight.