The Last To Die

We took the highway till the road went black
We marked “truth or consequences” on our map
A voice drifted up from the radio
We saw the voice from long ago

Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake
The last to die for a mistake
Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break
Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake

The kid’s asleep in the backseat
We’re just countin’ the miles you and me
We don’t measure the blood we’ve drawn anymore
We just stack the bodies outside the door

Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake
The last to die for a mistake
Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break
Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake

The sun sets in flames as the city burns
Another day gone down as the evening turns
And I hold you here in my heart
As things fall apart

A downtown window flushed with light
And faces of the dead at five
I see a martyr’s silent eyes
Petition the drivers as we pass by

Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake
The last to die for a mistake
Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break
Who’ll be the last to die

Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake
The last to die for a mistake
Your tyrants and kings form the same fate
Strung up at your city gates
You’ll be the last to die for a mistake