Testo Last Days

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 killed 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