Echoes like the sound of a gunshot
`cross the Richmond city night
and are all the punks too drunk
to stand upright
She`s still walking the streets
until the daylight comes
she says `I`m the last one
to grow up numb.
My footsteps leave these
little prints of light`
`I`m the last one
Let me be the last one
to grow up numb`
On the rotting docks
near the auction blocks
of which we don`t speak
and the lights on
floods rebuilding
covers up this old creek
While our grandmothers walked
past every numbered street
a twelve hour day
just for something to eat
this long walk home is not
taught in our history
`I`m the last one
Let me be the last one
to grow up numb`
Here`s to the sweet smell
of all the banks burning
All the food is freed
from the storehouse
all the teachers are learning
Fuck the laws
For their greed
the ratchet`s thrown
and we won`t bleed
our true wealth lies in the
song of the land
communities freed from
this prison of god and men
`Let me be the last one
to grow up numb…`
Echoes like the sound of a gunshot
`cross the Richmond city night
and are all the punks
too drunk to stand upright?
Are you addicted to the sight
of spaces in-between
when the night birds cry
do you know what it means?
It`s the forgotten ones who ask us
never to give up
`I`m the last one
Let me be the last one
to grow up numb`