⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ 🎶 We are the **StorytellerZ** – the German hub for Suno artists. 🎶 Come join us, connect and become part of our creative hive: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ Lyrics by @Mondoshiwa © COPYRIGHT, 2026 @Mondoshiwa, All rights reserved STTZ-CB3D5024305C8272D4A48543 ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ I had a soft little evening planned One lamp on One record spinning One hand in your hand Then you said Let’s go downtown Let’s find something real I said Honey am I not real enough? I am a man with a heart And two clean shoes I know how to whisper I know how to lose You wanted bright lights A line at the door A place with a name I had ignored before I said That cover charge bites That doorman looks mean That velvet rope feeling Is not my scene But you smiled like trouble With lipstick on So I followed the sparkle Till the quiet was gone Glitter in the gutter Silver in your eyes Everybody laughing Like they rehearsed their lies I’m out of business, Honey I’m closing up tonight The city can glitter But I’ll kill the light I’m out of business, Honey No dancing for my soul You wanted the circus I was never on the payroll Inside was a shadow With expensive drinks Red little corners And mysterious winks Like some kind of pleasure house So I suppose I have never been there But that’s how it goes The bass was coughing The floor was alive People looked awake But not quite arrived Some guy with shoulders And a badger haircut Kept saying your name Like a door half shut You laughed at his jokes You touched his sleeve I checked my watch And forgot to breathe Hour after hour Chicken-coop sound Feathers in the ceiling Pride on the ground I’m out of business, Honey I’m closing up tonight The city can glitter But I’ll kill the light I’m out of business, Honey No dancing for my soul You wanted the circus I was never on the payroll Hey I am not boring I am just not for sale I can be tender Without velvet and smoke I can be wild With the curtains drawn But you need a crowd To prove you’re not gone And I need a room Where the truth sits still Not some bottle service On a windowsill Then badger-boy leaned in Said, what’s your deal? I said, my deal is human My deal is real He said something clever I said something worse The doorman appeared Like a nightclub curse One hand on my jacket One boot on my pride The city kept shining I landed outside Now I’ve got a black eye And a cab on the way A souvenir moon At the end of the day I’m out of business, Honey I’m closing up tonight The city can glitter But I’ll kill the light I’m out of business, Honey I’ve paid my little price One black eye later I am home for life So dance if you need to Shine if you must I’ll be back home Where the sofa is just And if you miss me You know where I’ll be Out of business But open for tea