Mark my words, look at birds, you’re on the run, you’re on the verge

Days of future past

You came in dead fucking last

You excel at noticing tells, you excel at gin rummy, you’re best friends with a dude who calls himself “The Bunny”

Tied yourself to the mast

Came in dead fucking last

There’s no future and there’s no past

There’s no end to the task

I came in dead fucking last

I came in dead fucking last

I’ve won the race, I’ve come second place, I’ve been third and I have crashed

I came in dead fucking last

Dead fucking last

Swinging in a hammock, listening to Talk Talk, laying out the rumors sweepin' round the block

I’ve come in dead fucking last

Dead fucking last

Speaking in Old English (highways are burning!)

Sweeping up the trash (highways are burning!)

You finish dead fucking last

You finish dead fucking last

Call it a calling, or call it a conquest, running the town counsel, running the inquest

Dead fucking last

Dead fucking last

Running back the tape, reporting on the neighbors, there’s no easy escape, there’s no “political favors”

Dead fucking last

Dead fucking last

There’s no future and there’s no past (highways are burning!)

There’s no end to the task (highways are burning!)

I came in dead fucking last

I came in dead fucking last

There’s no future and there’s no past (highways are burning!)

There’s no end to the task (highways are burning!)

I came in dead fucking last

I came in dead fucking last (streets of fire!)