Last Call
The Ghost of a Saber Tooth Tiger Lyrics

Beautiful girls staggering back home
Tired and drunk girls walking back to their homes after a late night out

While dawn slithers over cobblestones
The sun comes up and starts shining on the streets

Twirling on twine rows of salted swine
Stomach-churning image of rows of meat hanging to dry

Hovering above rubber gloves, Puddles of reflected light
The meat hangs, suspended and gleaming in the light

Skyscrapers tear an aerial scar
The buildings stand tall like wounds in the sky

Where the clouds are born from cars
The buildings seem to bring clouds into existence, as if they are pollution

Constellations of movie stars
The people in Hollywood are like a sort of night sky, always shining and untouchable

Now heaven isn't very far
It doesn't take much to feel like you've climbed to the top of the world, where the stars shine brightly

In the window mannequins begin to itch and wish
The mannequins in the store windows look almost alive, and seem to be feeling a sense of restlessness or longing

That they could know the temperature of snow
Perhaps the mannequins wish they could experience something real, like the feeling of snow on their skin

In the gutter flutter pigeons and pages of porn
The streets are dirty and sad, with trash and other unsavory things blowing around

Where there once roamed unicorns
The world used to be a better, more magical place

Down the yellow brick road
Following a path that only seems to lead to disappointment

All the homeless scarecrows
People who are trying to find safety and shelter wherever they can

Pimps and witches know
The people who are using others for their own gain understand how to work the system

Red shoes won't get you home
Fairy-tale endings don't exist, and there is no magic solution to your problems

Newspaper screaming like seagulls
The headlines in the newspaper seem almost aggressive and demanding, like they are shouting at you

At the coffee shop cannabals
People who are only looking out for themselves, willing to take advantage of others if it benefits them in some way

Red lips howling at a mirror ball
The image of a woman screaming or singing at a disco ball is both beautiful and sad

It's the eclipse of the last call
The end of the night, when the lights come up and everyone has to face reality again