Got in the limousine to the hotel
It was my final show, goodbye
No one came so no one noticed
I shared a beer with the support band roadies
Tomorrow I'll be dropped by BMG
It doesn't bother me
I know underground stars can't fall further
I'll go and make a record with my brother
Hey, hey, my last go
Well, what do you know?
I'm all over again
Peter called to say:
"We're with you all the way but we won't pay
For more than lip service and maybe pizza
And don't expect the next advance we owe ya"
My girlfriend telephoned, she said:
"Don't come home, I want to be alone
I know your muse is on some motel mattress
And misery will always be your mistress"
Hey, hey, my last go
Well what do you know?
I'm all over again
When I get a little high now
I think that I'm gonna die and
How awful it would be to go
Without another go