We took the highway till the road went black
We marked Truth or Consequences on our map
A voice drifted up from the radio
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 kid's asleep in the back seat,
we're just counting 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?
The wise men were all fools; what to do?
The sun it 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 life;
faces of the dead at five (faces dead at five)
Her martyr's silent eyes;
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?
Darling your tyrants and kings fall to the same fate;
strung up at your city gates
Who'll be the last to die for a mistake?