Woke up today, got on my way Heard someone say We're living in the last days And being alone, I naturally thought of you There's torture and rain Your legs and pain and I came to play So if we're living in the last days Then maybe baby, there's a few things we ought to do And all the weeping wonders will while away But you're in k**ed in conception so there's no argument to what the men say Last days! See, I want to rave and misbehave Lay you on a grave Oh, let's give it to these last days And when the world don't end we can sit back and laugh about that too With all the weird imponderables just crowding up the floor Is it really so dishonorable to just get up and head for the door? In these last days And all the weird and uncomfortable things we need to say Can you feel yourself come out from under them as we get them out of the way? For these last days