open all night

our favorite joints in town, close down at two, what can we do?, darkness. walking drunk through empty streets, we have nowhere to do, 'cause there's no place where you can drink, i think this situation stinks, hopeless. this law can't be the right way, we want our beer night and day, open all night - closing time chock, can't take it no longer, fight for your right - whiskey and beer, straight into the morning, open all night - please! all night!, the drinks are locked away, the crowds are moving towards the place, where automatic emma stands, thirsty. dispensing beer and more, a dream machine, a gift of god, empty. out of luck, this evening sucks, those drinks we always need'em, let's fight for beverage freedom, now that the city's dead, you can't get home without a car, subway, doesn't run past one o'clock, you stagger home on foot, the wrong direction mile for mile, and getting sober all the while, panic. don't want no more frustration, make this an all night nation, where can we hang out later?, at home? they'd tear the place apart, chaos. just one way: don't close the bars