So young so brazen so unholy [bad word] to you in painted skies
Your broken saint, your ancient story
The living challenge to their lies

Trapped in the cold outside
There ain't no shelter
They wanna force my hand
Until I...

Take what I wanted and
Break all the lies that they
Feed, the [bad word]  liars
Smash all the temples and
Crawl through [bad word] and
Cry to the fallen

I'm the last of my kind still standing
I'm the last of my kind still standing down the law...

wolf alone upon the hillside
I live on what they throw away
I go to sleep behind the eight ball
I live to fight for one more day

I'm trapped in the cold outside
There ain't no shelter
They wanna force my hand
'Til I...

Take what I wanted and
Break all the lies that they
Feed, the [bad word]  liars
Smash all the temples and
Crawl through [bad word] and
Cry to the fallen

Last of my kind still standing
Last of my kind still standing

Music & lyrics: William DuVall, Jerry Cantrell