Can't wait to watch this room explode There's oh so many years of built up tension Packed inside this stick count 1-2-3-4 and let it go Let it dissipate into the empty air Let it never come back We're all smiles at funerals With the fading chords of a joyous song To mark this passing 1-2-3-4 and we all know That everything has gotta change And that nothing could be any different But tomorrow We'll still wake up to a world Slightly diminished Tomorrow We'll wake up to a world We'll wake up to a world To a world without you. This is the last show This is the last show This is the last show This is the last show This is the last show This is the last show This is the last show And I can't wait to watch this room explode