Echoes like the sound of a gunshot
Cross the Richmond city night
And are all the punks too drunk to stand
To stand upright?

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 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 12 hour day just for something to eat
This long walk home isn't taught in our history

I'm the last one
Let me the last one to grow up numb

Here's to the sweet smell of all the banks burning
All the food is free 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

I'm the last one
Let me the last one to grow up numb

Echoes like the sound of a gunshot
Cross the Richmond city night
And all the punks too drunk to stand
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