The Last Close

 The factory floor is empty now

There’s empty people too

I’ve kept my shirt upon my back

and somehow so have you

I’ve lost my job, then love was stole

I’ve changed to something new

The pillar’s that caused my burns

Will fall when the last key turns

 

Should I pray to a god

or to a winding fate?

The only path now left for me

Is the one that I should take

I saw my love having sex with mud

The walls began to shake

A broken heart’s a lesson learned

and that’s why the last key will turn

 

Even though we’re closing down

Some don’t understand

The cleaner won’t stop cleaning

the spot where he stands

I should sit down with the man who burns

The Bard and Russell Brand

The sailors floating bow to stern

Will sink when the last key turns

 

The manager is tucked away

Under lock and key

He’s finished with the whisky

and he’s started on the tea

He’ll lie upon the empty shelves

With the worker’s families

If only “death” was just a word

and so the last key will turn

 

The discount signs are taken down

and worn as tailored clothes

The workers wouldn’t sell themselves

They face, their shoes or soul

This sorry sight’s a battlefield

as the father’s guns are a-load

The midnight hour strikes the world

For us, the last key will turn

 

So it’s nearing the bottom of

The deep and cold abyss

My best friend backs off my love

But takes her when I blink

The fog of the new year’s end

has somehow drifted in

I wish I’d have loved that girl

Instead the last key will turn

 

The tidy desks and hollow sounds

Echoes wall to wall

I’m ready to leave this place

While staring at the floor

I try and breath, “Goodbye Louise”

But I cannot speak at all

The locks destroy the “W”

as my figure becomes out of view