The Last Shot
Lou Reed Lyrics


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Last shot sure killed me
Pour another drink
Let's drink to the last shot
And the blood on the dishes in the sink
Blood inside the coffee cup
Blood on the table top

But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot
When you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot

I shot blood at the fly on the wall
My heart almost stopped hardly there at all
I broke the mirror with my fall, with my -
- fall-fall-fall
Fall-fall-fall

Gimme a double, give yourself one two
Gimme a short beer, one for you too
And a toast to everything that doesn't move
That doesn't move

But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot
When you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot

Whiskey, bourbon, vodka and scotch
I don't care what it is you've got
I just want to know that it's my last shot
My last shot

I remember when I quit pretty good
See this here, this is where I chipped my tooth
Shot of vein in my neck and I coughed up a quaalude
On my last shot
My last shot

Here's a toast to all that's good
And here's a toast to hate
And here's a toast to toasting and I'm not boasting
When I say I'm getting straight
When I say I'm getting straight

But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot




When you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot

Overall Meaning

The Last Shot by Lou Reed is a melancholic reflection on addiction and the struggle with letting go of substance abuse. The song opens with the lyrics "Last shot sure killed me/Pour another drink", alluding to the destructive nature of addiction and the never-ending cycle of relapse. The repeated line "When you quit, you quit, but you always wish that you knew it was your last shot" speaks to the regret and longing for a chance to undo past mistakes.


The imagery in the song is visceral and gritty, with lines like "blood on the dishes in the sink/blood inside the coffee cup/blood on the table top" evoking a sense of desperation and despair. The chorus of the song features a toast to everything that doesn't move, a symbolic gesture to the sense of stasis and numbness that comes with addiction.


The second verse follows the increasingly erratic behavior of the singer, with lines like "I shot blood at the fly on the wall/my heart almost stopped hardly there at all/I broke the mirror with my fall" painting a vivid picture of self-destructive behavior. The final verse of the song offers a glimmer of hope, with the singer expressing their desire to get clean: "Here's a toast to all that's good/and here's a toast to hate/And here's a toast to toasting and I'm not boasting/When I say I'm getting straight".


Overall, The Last Shot is a powerful reflection on addiction and the struggle to overcome it, with Lou Reed's raw lyrics and haunting vocals lending the song an emotional weight that stays with the listener long after it's over.


Line by Line Meaning

Last shot sure killed me
I drank too much and it felt like I died


pour another drink
let's keep drinking and forget our problems


Let's drink to the last shot
let's celebrate our addiction and downfall


and the blood on the dishes in the sink
there's blood everywhere, showing how messed up our lives are


Blood inside the coffee cup
even our coffee is tainted with blood from our self-destructive behavior


blood on the table top
even our surroundings are covered in our own blood


But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish that you knew it was your last shot
once you quit an addiction, you wish you knew which moment was your last, but it's never clear


I shot blood at the fly on the wall my heart almost stopped hardly there at all I broke the mirror with my fall, with my - - Fall-fall-fall fall-fall-fall
I'm so out of control that I'm shooting blood at the wall, my heart nearly stopped, and I even broke a mirror


Gimme a double, give yourself one two gimme a short beer, one for you too And a toast to everything that doesn't move that doesn't move
let's have another drink and toast to anything that doesn't move, like our stuck lives


Whiskey, bourbon, vodka and scotch I don't care what it is you've got I just want to know that it's my last shot My last shot
I don't care what alcohol it is, as long as it's my last drink


I remember when I quit pretty good see this here, this is where I chipped my tooth Shot of vein in my neck and I coughed up a Quaalude On my last shot my last shot
I remember quitting before, but it didn't last, and I even had a scary moment involving drugs


Here's a toast to all that's good and here's a toast to hate And here's a toast to toasting and I'm not boasting When I say I'm getting straight when I say I'm getting straight
let's toast to both good and bad, and toasting itself, because I'm finally quitting and getting straight


But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish that you knew it was your last shot When you quit, you quit, but you always wish that you knew it was your last shot
repeating that once you quit, you wish you knew your final drink, but it's never that simple




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: LOU REED

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mikeondabass mikeondabass

Love the way the drums sound on this - very natural but at the same time very tough.

Space Cadet Silver Boots

RIP Lou, got that last big shot. Love you.

Zahler

These guitar parts sound simple yet tech at the same time. Damn

Peter G

give me a double , give yerself one too ....., whiskey bourbon vodka scotch .... shot a vein in my neck and coughed up a Quaalude .....hard assed track .. Lou had that knack

uuuueber

I don’t believe your tryin to find no job

acediakills

I love this

punkrocker1974

Capolavoro

mica m

Thanks for making this!!! I looked awhile ago, nice!

punkrocker1974

Thanks for posting!

Marcelo Merino

....Goodbye dear Lou, your name will always be alive, your work...present......¿ who knows wich one becomes the last goodbye ? .... a phrase from P Hammil, now painfully aswered to you. God Bless You . Kisses to dear Laurie .

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