Letras
Well, I might dig up Elvis or travel the States
Bathe in margaritas, and then just sit and wait
Oh, I think I'd go speeding down the 405
Bury my lovers, evaluate life
Oh, I'd break into Cher's house, and try on some clothes
Probably drink more, and then decompose
Maybe I'd settle on the silent West Coast
Steal all the jewels, talk to Julia's ghost
But even before I did all that I planned
I'd probably go crazy, and then I'd turn mad
And I'd give me some pills that probably wouldn't work
And that'd be the end of the last man on Earth
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah)
Take what I can and then die in the dirt (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah)
That'd be the end of the last man on Earth
That'd be the end of the last man on Earth
Oh, I'd walk on the runway where airplanes take off
Swim out to sea, let the loneliness rot
And I'd steal all the wax girls down in L.A.
Invite them for dinner, and ask them to stay
And I might take a bat to a window, or two
Drive on a tractor through the president's room
And I might take a mannequin to be my spouse
Invade a cathedral and make it my house
I'm counting the days to the rapture
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah)
Take what I can and then die in the dirt (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah)
That'd be the end of the last man on Earth
That'd be the end of the last man
One, two, three, four and five
There go my friends, all dropping like flies
Six, seven, eight, nine and ten
Here's to the last man on Earth in the end
One, two, three, four and five
There go my friends, all dropping like flies
Six, seven, eight, nine and ten
Here's to the last man on Earth in the end
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah)
Take what I can and then die in the dirt (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah)
That'd be the end of the last man on Earth
That'd be the end of the last man on Earth