The graffiti on the back stage wall
Gets painted over in a muted shade
And the club becomes an Old Navy
After the scene dies
When the last six-string slinger
Has to bow down for insurance
And accept the mundane
After the scene dies
When the last one leaves
And the last note fades
And the last dream's been put away
Shut the light off, shut the light off
When the front man turns to Jesus
And the drummer moves away
I'll still be doing what pleases me
After the scene dies
When the bartender passes and the owner cashes out
And they box up the glasses
And they take the sound system down
Guitars back in their cases, don't forget my fries
After the scene dies
Gets painted over in a muted shade
And the club becomes an Old Navy
After the scene dies
When the last six-string slinger
Has to bow down for insurance
And accept the mundane
After the scene dies
When the last one leaves
And the last note fades
And the last dream's been put away
Shut the light off, shut the light off
When the front man turns to Jesus
And the drummer moves away
I'll still be doing what pleases me
After the scene dies
When the bartender passes and the owner cashes out
And they box up the glasses
And they take the sound system down
Guitars back in their cases, don't forget my fries
After the scene dies
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