Close down the bar room you call history,
where tarts shimmy, where drunkards brawl.
At the dart board error reigns. And we
step carefully where so many fall.
Close down the bar room you call history.
Should we be laughing or should we complain?
So many fists are raised. So many sink.
So many come together, but with pain.
Let us foreswear this degrading drink.
Close down the bar room you call history