The Last Chance begins:

It was the last chance
It was a nightclub in the desert
Called The Last Chance
A cluttered dive of stones and wheels
It was a refuge for the rootless of the world
Washed up like driftwood in the sand
And we were there.

There follows a succession of verses and narrative lasting more than 11 minutes centring on two patrons representing polarised opinion on the state of Israel and anecdote (possibly historical or not) chronicling the unresolved conflict. I've seen Leon Rosselson perform it in a shabby pub on an out-of-tune piano which rendered it all the more authentic. The audience was mesmerised, "remembering" vividly along with him "the day the Bedouin came to town" and how "the lost, the broken and the mad...they came from nowhere".