Texty: Tankard. 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 go
'Cos 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

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

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

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

Where can we hang out later? At home?
They'd tear the place apart
Chaos, just one way, don't close the bars

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, all night