[hyper-modern production with clear vocals, no autotune, Dolby Atmos mix, high-fidelity, high-definition audio and wide stereo] [Instrumental Intro] [Verse] There’s a bar at the end of the web we know Neon buzzing in the comment glow Used to be just plain folks, hand in hand Now it’s ghosts of the good days, thinning the band But a few of us lifers still wander in Tryin’ to write one line that might still win [Pre-chorus] Yeah, we’re worn-out poets with half-broke guitars Still chasin’ a rhyme like we’re chasin’ the stars [Chorus] It’s the last bar on the internet Where the misfits drink and the dreams don’t set Where the hopeful stay and the hopeless bet On a line that ain’t been written yet We fight, we fall, we love, we fret But somehow we ain’t finished yet Something in the madness keeps us coming back To the last bar on the internet [Break] [Verse] There’s the barkin’ guy who bites at the door Calls you names, then comes back for more And the “genius” Jersey kid with the silver pen Give him notes and he breaks again There’s the preacher swingin’ fire and blame And the Nashville boy chasin’ hometown fame Foreign voices drift in with gold Till politics turn the welcome cold [Pre-chorus] Yeah, we’re cracked-up storytellers still takin’ a shot On a melody the world forgot [Chorus] It’s the last bar on the internet Where the misfits drink and the dreams don’t set Where the hopeful stay and the hopeless bet On a line that ain’t been written yet We fight, we fall, we love, we fret But somehow we ain’t finished yet Something in the madness keeps us coming back To the last bar on the internet [Bridge] We ain’t saints, and we ain’t stars Just midnight poets in pixel bars We raise our glass to the ones long gone Still alive in threads where their words live on [Interlude] [Final chorus] It’s the last bar on the internet Where the misfits drink and the dreams don’t set Where the hopeful stay and the hopeless bet On a line that ain’t been written yet We fight, we fall, we love, we fret But somehow we ain’t finished yet Something in the madness keeps us coming back To the last bar on the internet [Outro] Yeah, something in the chaos keeps us coming back To the last bar on the internet The last bar on the internet
