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Woke up today, got on my way, heard someone sayWe're living in the Last Days, and being alone, I naturally thought of youThere's torture and rain, your legs and pain, and I came to playSo if we're living in the Last DaysThen maybe, baby, there are a few things we ought to doAnd all the weeping wonders will while awayBut you're killed in conception, so there's no argument to what the man say:"Last Days."See, I wanna rave and misbehave, lay you on a graveOh, let's give it to these last daysAnd when the world don't end we can sit back and laugh about that, tooAnd with all the weird imponderables just crowding up the floorIs it really so dishonorable to just get up and head for the doorIn these last days?And all the weird and uncomfortable things we need to say - Can you feel yourself come out from under themAs we get them out of the way, for these last days? Aus Songtexte Mania