one more song

written by evan young & grant michaelson

one more song one more song one more song one more song

house lights up, one channel dead four chairs stacked by the bar instead stagehands pointing at his watch load out started twelve minutes ago manager says we play, we pay bartender wants us out of the way i know exactly what this costs novas got the sticks. were lost.

curfew was ten. its ten oh nine. one more song of course. fine.

one more song one more song you said were done not yet one more song one more song pull the plug not yet one more song one more song

chair leg scrapes, barricade bangs boots hit concrete, somebody chants one on the rail, four on the floor theres the tempo, give me four bartender stacks, crowd knocks back i catch the whole damn room on the snare cables dead, dont need that one theyre counting louder than we can one two three four

if youre doing this stand in the fucking light that sounds like permission it absolutely was not

one more song one more song you said were done not yet one more song one more song pull the plug not yet one more song one more song

mics still up, so here i am guy in the backs got socks on his hands venue guy says no, were done i hear perhaps thats close enough grant says this is gonna cost put it on my tab, call it a loss you can wave that exit sign all night ive got six hundred people yelling im right

you want us off not yet yeah. thats what i thought.

one more song one more song you said were done not yet one more song one more song pull the plug not yet then drag us out not yet one more song one more song

we are definitely getting fined cool. make it memorable. oh, this looks expensive one two three four

one more song one more song house lights on not yet one more song one more song kill the p.a. not yet one more song one more song you want us gone not yet one more song one more song one more song one more

song one more song one more song