The Last One

In a patch of suburban woods
 There's a quaint little doomsday shack
 White cross on a plywood door
 And sheet metal painted black
 If you think the plague won't find you
 When it comes to the end of days
 Crossbow's gonna run out of arrows
 But who wants to be the last one anyway
 Acid rain on a metal roof
 Is such a glorious sound
 Fingernails on a plywood door
 Someday we all get found
 If you think the plague won't find you
 When it comes to the end of days
 Crossbow's gonna run out of arrows
 But who wants to be the last one anyway
 We walled our cities in
 But the rats dug underground
 We turned off all the lights
 But they burned our city down
 If you think the plague won't find you
 When the dead have all been raised
 It's all the same when it's said and done
 The plague is coming for everyone
 And who wants to be the last one anyway