# THE LAST MAN IN THE WORLD [Intro] [Four-note lurching guitar riff. Bass doubles the low notes. Heavy swung drums enter.] [Verse] [Haunted male tenor, low and weary] I left her flowers in the room I couldn't bear to close the door Her wedding dress was on the chair Her shoes were lying on the floor I took the road beyond the town Before the ground had even thawed I didn't stop to say goodbye There wasn't anyone to call [Chorus] [Strong, dark melodic male tenor] I'm the last man in the world With nothing left to lose The devil wears the face I made And walks in my own shoes I'm the last man in the world Still looking for the end I made a thing that cannot die And called it something like a friend [Instrumental] [Four-note riff repeats. Heavy distorted guitars. Short descending melodic lead.] [Verse] [Worn, increasingly rough tenor] I've slept beneath a frozen sky And eaten snow to ease my thirst I sometimes hear her calling me Then wake and hear the wind instead My hands are cracked, my feet are numb The rifle weighs against my back I follow footprints through the white And pray to find the bastard's tracks [Chorus] [Powerful melodic tenor, heavier guitar attack] I'm the last man in the world With nothing left to lose The devil wears the face I made And walks in my own shoes I'm the last man in the world Still looking for the end I made a thing that cannot die And called it something like a friend [Instrumental] [Main riff continues. Short expressive lead guitar solo with wide sustained bends. Rhythm section maintains the same heavy groove.] [Bridge] [Bass and lightly overdriven guitar.] If I could see her one more time I'd tell her what I should have said [Drums return. Heavy guitars enter.] But every road is white with snow And every dream is full of dead [Final Chorus] [Raw, passionate male tenor] I'm the last man in the world With nothing left to lose The devil wears the face I made And walks in my own shoes I'm the last man in the world Still looking for the end I made a thing that cannot die And called it something like a friend [Outro] [Four-note riff slows. Lead guitar sustains a mournful bend.] Somewhere beyond the frozen sea The thing I made is waiting there I've followed him to nowhere And nowhere doesn't care [Final heavy guitar chord. Natural amplifier decay.] [End]
