Текст песни Ian Hunter - Death n Glory Boys
Ian Hunter - Death n Glory Boys слова песни
(ian hunter)Get your son - young n dumbGive him a gun - make him runHot stuff - on a saturday nightWait a minute - this aint rightIts that same old storyTalkin bout the death n glory boysWhen your head is on the scaffoldn your ass is on the lineYou gotta give it that old religionOne mo timeGet the death n glory boysMidnight - no lightCool sand - like mud in my handsGot this feelin - in my hairWhats that movin - I aint a scaredIts that same old storyFreak out with the death n glory boysWhen its down to stealing applesn you been doin timeThey can buy the hero in youFor a dimeYoure a death n glory boyYoud better pack up your troublesIn your old kit bagSay goodbye to your motherShes the only friend you haveLong live the leadersLong may they reignMay they live long enoughTo feel every single painThey dont care about the widowsThey dont give no reasons whyThey just keep on making medalsYou can buyFrom the death n glory boys