You think you might have a lot You may have nothing at all You build your house on a rock And look down on that fool Who puts up a tent in the sand Where snakes bite unawares No matter where you once was We'll all be in with the bears The last days are coming my old friend No one will see these photographs Hurry up and make my day The sand is running out The last days are creeping around the bend And you has had the final laugh Wipe that scorn right off your face Cause you ain't gonna last I think you should take a seat Start taking some notice of me And we'll be playing here all week Just keeping them good times free The clocks all stopped long ago Which year are we in now? All the books have been burned It doesn't matter, anyhow The last days are coming, my old friend No one will see these photographs Hurry up and make my day The sand is running out The last days are creeping around the bend And who has had the final laugh Wipe the scorn right off your face Cause you ain't gonna last La La La La La La