We are rational men
We walk the road that leads us to our end
Beat of the drum keeps banging in our throats
And so we walk the road

We seek life in death
We spend our days unwinding cigarettes 
We wonder if the thrill ever go
Or we we will grow

Jonathan ran in the wild
Where could he run
Where will you go Jonathan
Last of the men

Climb that mountain high
Lest you found the comfort you desire
The sound of raffles cracking in your eyes
The haze of those, the fear 

Jonathan ran in the wild
Where could he run
Where will you go Jonathan
Last of the men
Last of the men
Last of the men

So the crime is pointless
And the road so sad
And the answers in your prayers
Raise me,  take me
Pleasure me, derange me