[00:00]And so we’ve had another night
[00:08]Of poetry and proses
[00:13]And each man know he’ll be alone
[00:19]When the sacred ginmill closes
[00:26]And so we’ll drink the final glass
[00:32]Each to his joy and sorrow
[00:37]And hope the numbing drunk will last
[00:41]Till opening tomorrow
[00:51]And when we stumble back again
[00:55]Like paralytic dancers
[01:00]Each knows the question he must ask
[01:06]And each man knows the answer
[01:14]And so we’ll drink the final drink
[01:20]That cuts the brain in sections
[01:26]Where answers do not signify
[01:32]And there aren’t any questions
[01:40]I broke my heart the other day
[01:46]It will mend again tomorrow
[01:50]If I'd been drunk when I was born
[01:57]I'd be ignorant of sorrow
[02:05]And so we'll drink the final toast
[02:11]That never can be spoken
[02:16]Here's to the heart that is wise enough
[02:21]To know when it's better off broke