Death `n` Glory Boys — текст песни (Ian Hunter)

(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