Last of My Kind

So young, so brazen and so unholy

I come to you in painted skies

Your broken saint, your ancient story

The living challenge to their liesTrapped in the cold outside

There ain't no shelter

And they want to force my handUntil I take what I want

And break all the lies

That they feed the fucking liars

Smash all the temples

And crawl through the rubble

And cry to the fallenI'm the last of my kind still standing

I'm the last of my kind still standing

I'm aloneA wolf alone upon the hillside

I live on what they throw away

I go to sleep behind the 8 ball

I live to fight for one more dayI'm trapped in the cold outside

There ain't no shelter

And they want to force my handUntil I take what I want

And break all the lies

That they feed the fucking liars

Smash all the temples

And crawl through the rubble

And cry to the fallenTake what I want

And break all the lies

That they feed the fucking liars

Smash all the temples

And crawl through the rubble

And cry to the fallenI'm the last of my kind still standing

I'm the last of my kind still standing

I'm aloneI'm the last of my kind still standing

I'm the last of my kind still standing

Now I'm aloneLast of my kind still standing

Last of my kind still standingLower, lower, lower

Taking me lower

Taking me lower

Taking me lower

Songwriters

Jerry Cantrell;William DuvallPublished by

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