Last of a Dying Breed

There's a place in my mind where everything grows
From love to suspicion, but God only knows
What thoughts'll take shape
What hearts soon will bleed
Only one thing's for sure
I'm the last of a dying breed

Wedding bells ring in the middle of June
No one had noticed, they're all out of tune
As for the groom, the groom, he was me
A handsome young fool and the last of a dying breed

White is the dress worn by the bride
An angel of death, she stood by my side
Under that veil was a killer indeed
Things would end fast for the last of a dying breed

To death do us part, but what you did to my heart
And everyone speaks of the ceremony
Well the bride cut the cake, and taken the knife
And the honeymoon suite, she had taken my life

There's a place in my mind where everything grows
From love to suspicion, but God only knows
When my bride buried me, was it shallow or deep
Only one thing's for sure
I'm the last of a dying breed

Red rain is falling on funeral homes
Deep in the darkness, a dog digs for bones
Where is the friend in time of great need
He pays his respects to the last of a dying breed