Текст песни Ian Hunter - Death `n` Glory Boys
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(Ian Hunter)Get your son - young `n` dumbGive him a gun - make him runHot stuff - on a Saturday nightWait a minute - this ain`t rightIt`s that same old storyTalkin` `bout the death `n` glory boysWhen your head is on the scaffold`N` 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 hairWhat`s that movin` - I ain`t a scaredIt`s that same old storyFreak out with the death `n` glory boysWhen it`s down to stealing apples`N` you been doin` timeThey can buy the hero in youFor a dimeYou`re a death `n` glory boyYou`d better pack up your troublesIn your old kit bagSay goodbye to your motherShe`s the only friend you haveLong live the leadersLong may they reignMay they live long enoughTo feel every single painThey don`t care about the widowsThey don`t give no reasons whyThey just keep on making medalsYou can buyFrom the death `n` glory boys