International Hotel - Billy Raffoul

It’s half past nine on Thursday night and Paul has taken off

He pulls down on the throttle and makes quick work of the Boss

As nicotine, a sea of green, and patrons fill the lodge

4 lost souls in Ohio won’t make it to Woodstock

A trip through time it’s 69' the fire in his throat

Has you wondering if he was the man they tied to the whipping post

‘Cause they don’t make 'em like this anymore

With guts on the floor and a violent roar

Goddamn the businessman don’t wanna make it at all

Just wanna make last call at the international

The International Hotel

As Greasy runs the patrons hum and Bucky’s up to bat

The kid from Howell begins to growl at unbreakable glass

The boy named Tom, cried long Live Rock it’s never gone, gone, gone

At capacity or with empty seats the show rambles on

‘Cause they don’t make 'em like this anymore

His Guts on the floor and a violent roar

Goddamn the businessman don’t wanna make it at all

Just wanna make last call at the international

International Hotel

International Hotel

You know there was a time when it was live

The band would really play before you paid to see karaoke and suicide charades

When it gets bleak take a trip with me up north is where it’s at

These places ooze working man blues the king would tip his cap

‘Cause they don’t make 'em like this anymore

With guts on the floor and a violent roar

God damn this business, man don’t wanna make it at all

Just wanna make last call at the international

The International Hotel

The International Hotel (Oh well)