We took the highway till the road went black
We marked Truth Or Consequences on our map*
A voice drifted up from the radio
We saw the voice from long ago
Who´ll be the last to die for a mistake
The last to die for a mistake
Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break
Who´ll be the last to die for a mistake
The kids asleep in the backseat
We´re just countin´ the miles you and me
We don´t measure the blood we´ve drawn anymore
We just stack the bodies outside the door
Who´ll be the last to die for a mistake
The last to die for a mistake
Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break
Who´ll be the last to die for a mistake
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The wise men were all fools
What to do
The sun sets in flames as the city burns
Another day gone down as the night turns
And I hold you here in my heart
As things fall apart
A downtown window flushed with light
Faces of the dead at five (faces of the dead at five)
A martyr´s silent eyes
Petition the drivers as we pass by
Who´ll be the last to die for a mistake
The last to die for a mistake
Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break
Who´ll be the last to die
Who´ll be the last to die for a mistake
The last to die for a mistake
Darlin´ your tyrants and kings form the same fate
Strung up at your city gates
And you´re the last to die for a mistake