Our prayers meet the skies
Endless explosions scorch our eyes
With every flash a screaming face is frozen in time
Here we are again boys together as men
From different shires our different paths converge at the end
At the Last Chance Saloon history is a moment away
At the Last Chance Saloon
A hundred-to-one we’ll meet again
The twilight is our own
A moment of repose
A time to turn our thoughts to patient minds left at home
What price liberty - 50 million will never see
Beyond this pastoral graveyard what lies waiting for me?
At the Last Chance Saloon history is a moment away
At the Last Chance Saloon
A hundred-to-one we’ll meet again