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Look at these kids I’m gonna mug ’em They’re small and dumb and probably useless I will be the last one to survive And when I do I’ll need this sharp knife And I will be the last one to succumb to the tundra’s bite And I said I’d be calm, but I will not be kind Smashing bottles in my mind Than I start to think “Where's the party at?” When I see them down the road Smash a bottle on a pole I am sorry mom, but you bore and you tire me I can always outrun the cops and the bosses that fire me And I can always outsmart these punks and teach ‘em how to endure Cause a lot is the place for the brave and the mature They said I would be the last one to mature I would be the last one to mature I will be my countries shining cure I will be my mother’s son - I’ll be pure No, I will be the last one to survive I will be the last one to survive I will break the make-belief that keeps you boys from breaking teeth I will be the last one to survive Aus Songtexte Mania