In the barbershop, in the game,
in the land of the wrinkled old world,
All men the same, all men the same
Born to brutalize, on every scale
Passing down the iron line
Running through the touch and run
So stop all that moaning and saying
I'm with the silence outside
The beast lurches into the road
He needs a little love at closing time
He needs a little love at closing
He needs a little love, I'm close in time
He needs a little love, I'm close in time
He needs a little love, I'm close in time
He needs a little love at close and time
He needs a little love at close and time
He needs a little love at closing time
He needs a little love at closing time
He needs a little love at closing time
He needs a little love at closing time
He needs a little love at closing time
He needs a little love at closing
