In "First in Line," Stephen Wilson Jr. & The Hunger Games trace a life shaped from birth by scarcity and struggle, where every step feels predestined toward defeat. The howling heart and coyote chorus become a fierce survival instinct that flares precisely when hope runs dry, when the creek offers no paddle and danger shows its teeth. The repeated admission of being first in line for last place carries no self-pity, only hard-won clarity. The bridge's stubborn vow to keep running turns that bitter inheritance into a quiet act of defiance.
First in Line Lyrics by Stephen Wilson Jr. & The Hunger Games
From the day my eyes opened
Without knowing, I’ve just known it
For the battle I’ve been chosen
I’ve been fighting from the start
Since the spoon from my mouth, stricken
From the bones with no left pickings
Looks like life from where I’m sitting
Hell, I’ve known it from the start
From the beginning of the start
There’s a howlin’ in my heart
Kind of crowin’ keeps me goin’
With the coyotes in the dark
Comes alight among the shadows
When the creeks without a paddle
Shows its teeth, what’s beneath the skin
And slippery as a shark
First in line for last place
And I can’t help but trail the treadin’
Just another kind of armageddon
All I am is where I’m heading
Like a bullet from the start
From the beginning of the start
There’s a howlin’ in my heart
Kind of crowin’ keeps me goin’
With the coyotes in the dark
Comes alight among the shadows
When the creeks without a paddle
Shows its teeth, what’s beneath the skin
And slippery as a shark
First in line for last place
First in line for last place
I’ll keep running
I’ll keep running
I’ll keep running
And I’ll keep running
From the beginning of the start
There’s a howlin’ in my heart
Kind of crowin’ keeps me goin’
With the coyotes in the dark
Comes alight among the shadows
When the creeks without a paddle
Shows its teeth, what’s beneath the skin
And slippery as a shark
First in line for last place
First in line for last place
First in line for last place
