I Will Kill You Last (in the Revolution) Lyrics

Pack up your bullets, save your razors

In the bathroom, I met your savior

When eighty bucks and teenager used

To last all week.

When we railed against the wrong

Singing protest songs

The suicide kings

And the drama queens.

The highways were mercy

Wyoming the worst we'd ever see

Across deserts that bloomed

From baron wombs

And beer and meth

And your best guess

Couldn't buy us a sadder day.

Nothing was funny but we laughed

anyway, beneath the underpass.

Now all those things my heroes said

Before they were dead

Ring like holidays

In the brightest colors of night.

And we were wrong about so much

The rage, the right, and the drugs

But we never pissed our best years

In a box or factory.

And when you crawl back from hell

There's nothing to process or sell

No god that any

Of the bastards believe

You see through the lies

The promise of golden afterlives

You learn to seize

What you can smell, taste, breath.

Monkeys dance in madman plans

News flash with racists

You savor the blade, savor the burn

Celebrate all those parts that still hurt.

A storm is coming soon

The dark clouds are rolling in.

Soon you'll have to choose

Which hill you'll die on.

When you've lost the human race

Even angels can't save face.

Brother, the bank

Don't hand out loans for free.

The sad and the sorrow

Won't buy another tomorrow

Never mind the cash.

You don't have to ask.

In the revolution, I will kill you last.