Текст (слова) песни: Ian Hunter - Death `n` Glory Boys
(Ian Hunter)
Get your son - young `n` dumb Give him a gun - make him run Hot stuff - on a Saturday night Wait a minute - this ain`t right
It`s that same old story Talkin` `bout the death `n` glory boys When your head is on the scaffold `N` your ass is on the line You gotta give it that old religion One mo` time Get the death `n` glory boys
Midnight - no light Cool sand - like mud in my hands Got this feelin` - in my hair What`s that movin` - I ain`t a scared
It`s that same old story Freak out with the death `n` glory boys When it`s down to stealing apples `N` you been doin` time They can buy the hero in you For a dime You`re a death `n` glory boy
You`d better pack up your troubles In your old kit bag Say goodbye to your mother She`s the only friend you have
Long live the leaders Long may they reign May they live long enough To feel every single pain
They don`t care about the widows They don`t give no reasons why They just keep on making medals You can buy
From the death `n` glory boys
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