The Last Man to Leave

The body follows me
Onto the cobblestones
Behind the frontline
Its a ghost, its a score
For the rabbit hole
Because youre all alone tonight
And the police with their heads down
They try to keep the law in the meadows
Where the manicured lawns of England
Barricaded in the fifties
Wake up to the blackbird
The radio and the bacon
The houses of joy and disappointment
Of the Windrush
Street sweepers leave your music
On the other side of the pavement
Because it sounds better over there
We dont want you anymore
We like the bed that weve made to lie in
Much better thank you
Ill be the last man to leave
Ill be the last man to leave
Because the Offies still open
So empty those plastic bags
Line up the gear all the vodka and ice
Ill be the last man
Ill be the last man to leave
Ill be climbing back out of the rabbit hole
Because Ive taken my medicine
It was bitter and it burned the back of my throat
And now Im losing control
The ability to speak
Dont leave me now
Dont leave me now
Im pacing up and down the kitchen
Dont leave me now
Dont leave me now
Im taking it personally
Ive got to rewrite
The story that they flaunted around and hoiked us all
I was just getting on with my business
Ill be the last man to leave
I was the last man to leave
And now Ive gone away - what will you do?