[Intro - Low mechanical pulse, distant guitar] [Deep male voice] "Tickets, please." [Pause] Last stop... Midnight. [Heavy riff] [Verse 1] Steel wheels screaming, Fire below. Nobody asked us Where we wanted to go. Black smoke rising, Red signal light. The Midnight Engine Pulled in tonight. The doors rolled open. Nobody spoke. Cold on the platform, Ash in the smoke. Above the station, One old sign— LAST STOP: MIDNIGHT. [Pre-Chorus] One by one, We stepped from the train. Some knew the place. Some knew the name. [Chorus] LAST STOP MIDNIGHT! END OF THE LINE! NO MORNING COMING, NO SUN GONNA SHINE! HOLD YOUR TICKET! HOLD IT TIGHT! WELCOME, STRANGERS... TO THE OTHER SIDE OF NIGHT! LAST STOP MIDNIGHT! NO TURNING ROUND! WHEN THAT ENGINE LEAVES... YOU'RE STAYING IN TOWN! [Verse 2] Johnny Bones stepped down With a rattle and grin. "Well, I've been dead once. How bad can this be?" The truckie followed, White as a sheet. Gold ticket shaking In his hand by his knee. Then down came a lady, Porcelain skin. Little Miss Nevermore Just smiled at him. Last off the carriage, Leather and lace... Our witch looked around At this godforsaken place. She marched to the counter, Slapped down her fare— "Two bloody albums... WHERE'S THE BAR?" [Brief stop] [Male voice] "Door number three." [Witch] "ABOUT BLOODY TIME." [Band slams back in] [Chorus] LAST STOP MIDNIGHT! END OF THE LINE! NO MORNING COMING, NO SUN GONNA SHINE! HOLD YOUR TICKET! HOLD IT TIGHT! WELCOME, STRANGERS... TO THE OTHER SIDE OF NIGHT! [Instrumental - Dirty guitar and Hammond] [Verse 3] At the end of the platform, Eight doors stood. Seven carved black. One carved wood. Names above them, Burned into stone. Every passenger Had one of their own. But door number eight Had no handle or lock. Just one word scratched Across the top— JUKEBOX. Then somewhere behind it, A needle dropped. [Music briefly cuts] And something... Started... To rock. [Breakdown - Heavy mechanical groove] ONE TRAIN. EIGHT DOORS. ONE TICKET YOU CAN'T IGNORE. ONE SONG. ONE NIGHT. ONE LAST CHANCE TO MAKE IT RIGHT. [Voice] "Choose your door." [Final Chorus - Huge] LAST STOP MIDNIGHT! END OF THE LINE! THE CLOCK AIN'T MOVED SINCE ELEVEN FIFTY-NINE! HOLD YOUR TICKET! STEP INSIDE! EVERY DOOR'S GOT SOMETHING... WAITING ON THE OTHER SIDE! LAST STOP MIDNIGHT! THE BELL JUST TOLLED! SEVEN DOORS WAITING... AND ONE JUKEBOX SOUL! [Outro - Instruments slowly disappear] [Footsteps] [Old jukebox begins humming] [Deep voice] "Seven doors for the passengers." [Pause] "Door eight..." [Long pause] "...is for you." [Click.]
