There's a place in my mind where everything grows From love to suspicion, but God only knows What thoughts'll take shape What hearts soon will bleed Only one thing's for sure I'm the last of a dying breed Wedding bells ring in the middle of June No one had noticed, they're all out of tune As for the groom, the groom, he was me A handsome young fool and the last of a dying breed White is the dress worn by the bride An angel of death, she stood by my side Under that veil was a killer indeed Things would end fast for the last of a dying breed To death do us part, but what you did to my heart And everyone speaks of the ceremony Well the bride cut the cake, and taken the knife And the honeymoon suite, she had taken my life There's a place in my mind where everything grows From love to suspicion, but God only knows When my bride buried me, was it shallow or deep Only one thing's for sure I'm the last of a dying breed Red rain is falling on funeral homes Deep in the darkness, a dog digs for bones Where is the friend in time of great need He pays his respects to the last of a dying breed