The Last to Die

We took the highway till the road went black


We'd marked truth or consequences on our map


A voice drifted up from the radio


Some other 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 kids asleep in the back seat


We're just counting 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 our mistakes?


The last to die for our mistakes?


Whose blood will spill?

Whose heart will break?


Who'll be the last to die for our mistakes?



The sun it 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 her martyr's silent eyes


petition the drivers as we pass by

Who'll be the last to die for our mistakes?


The last to die for our mistakes?


Whose blood will spill?

Whose heart will break?


Who'll be the last to die?



Who'll be the last to die for our mistakes?


The last to die for our mistakes?


Tyrants and kings both meet the same fate

strung up at your city gate


Who'll be the last to die for our mistakes?