The Last Hard Men

LyricsInformation
better repeat all around the world
these are mine
every bomb's atomic
and every race is won
every plays a touchdown
and every day there's sun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
on the miracles of duct tape
I now speak
every blunt's a cuban
and every card's an ace
every girl's a lover
and every can a case (yeah, yeah, yeah)
every book a western
every song a hit
every pitch a homer
and every dog a bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
you can't do statistics on a sample of one
you can't look in darkness for the sun
thinking you're a singin', finding out it's wind
listen to the last hard men
you can't do statistics on a sample of one
you can't look in darkness for the sun
on your calculator, two plus seven is ten
you need the last hard men
every cop is crooked
and every show is cops
every shot a hole in one
and every cool thing rocks (yeah, yeah, yeah)
every chuck is blonton
and every john is wayne
every hank a williams
and every man is strange
you can't do statistics on a sample of one
you can't look in darkness for the sun
thinking you're a singin', finding out it's wind
listen for the last hard men
you can't do statistics on a sample of one
you can't look in darkness for the sun
on your calculator, two plus seven is ten
you need the last hard men
Performed by The Last Hard Men


Jimmy Chamberlin appears on drums.


Official Releases:

  • The Last Hard Men (Nice Records)
  • The Last Hard Men (Get Off My Bach Productions)