the last man to leave

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

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

line 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?