It's half past nine on Thursday night and Paul has taken off
He pulls down on the throttle and makes quick work of the Boss
As nicotine, a sea of green, and patrons fill the lodge
4 lost souls in Ohio won't make it to Woodstock
On a trip through time it's 69' the fire in his throat
Has you wondering if he was the man they tied to the whipping post
'Cause they don't make 'em like this anymore
With guts on the floor and a violent roar
Goddamn the businessman don't wanna make it at all
Just wanna make last call at the international
International Hotel
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As Greasy runs the patrons hum and Bucky's up to bat
The kid from Howell begins to growl at unbreakable glass
The boy named Tom, cried long Live Rock it's never gone, gone, gone
At capacity or with empty seats the show rambles on
'Cause they don't make 'em like this anymore
With guts on the floor and a violent roar
Goddamn the businessman don't wanna make it at all
Just wanna make last call at the international
International Hotel
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International Hotel
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You know there was a time when it was live
The band would really play
Before you paid to see karaoke and suicide charades
When it gets bleak take a trip with me up north is where it's at
These places ooze working man blues the king would tip his cap
'Cause they don't make 'em like this anymore
His guts on the floor and a violent roar
Goddamn this business, man don't wanna make it at all
Just wanna make last call at the international
International Hotel
International Hotel (Oh well)