Final Day - Galaxie 500

When the rich die last like the rabbits

Running from a lucky past full of shadow cunning

And the world lights up for the final day

We will all be poor having had our say

Put a blanket up on the window pane

When the baby cries lullaby again

As the light goes out on the final day

For the people who never had a say

There is so much noise, there is too much heat

And the living floor throws you off your feet

As the final day falls into the night

There is peace outside in the narrow light