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The body follows me Onto the cobblestones Behind the frontline It's a ghost, it's a score For the rabbit hole Because you're all alone tonight And the police with their heads down They try to keep the law in the meadows Where the manicured lawns of England Barricaded in the fifties Wake up to the blackbird The radio and the bacon The houses of joy and disappointment Of the Windrush Street sweepers leave your music On the other side of the pavement Because it sounds better over there We don't want you anymore We like the bed that we've made to lie in much Better thank you I'll be the last man to leave I'll be the last man to leave Because the Offie's still open So empty those plastic bags SongtexteLine up the gear all the vodka and ice I'll be the last man I'll be the last man to leave I'll be climbing back out of the rabbit hole Because I've taken my medicine It was bitter and it burned the back of my throat And now I'm losing control The ability to speak I'll be the last man to leave Don't leave me now Don't leave me now I'm pacing up and down the kitchen Don't leave me now Don't leave me now I'm taking it personally I've got to rewrite The story that they flaunted around and hoiked us all I was just getting on with my business I'll be the last man to leave I'll be the last man to leave And now I've gone away - what will you do? Aus Songtexte Mania