Lyrics Five For Fighting – The Last Great American (New Last Verse (9/15/2001))

Mr. Merry cries in his coffin for days he says he can remember
And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs
Of a beautiful and purple mountain
From every walk of life we’ve come to see the Last Great American

Mr. Reaches up and we bow our heads
He pulls the lid on down as his stone is read
Here lies our Merry the man with the heart so spent
That in this day and age is sick of living

Then the funeral pyre was shattered
And the world became undone
The mourners raised their heads up
As the crowd began to run
Then everybody stopped…

…to the beating of a drum.

For through the smoke and morning sun
Stands the Last Great American