Young Men Dead
Quelle: Spotify
Fire for the hills, pick up your feet, and let's go.
Head for the hills, pick up steel on your way.
And when you find a piece of them in your sight,
Fire at will, don't you waste no time.
Another thought of the unaware,
Addiction in disguise.
With a drop of blood,
You will take them out for me.
Fire from the hills, pick up speed, and let's go.
Fire for real, yeah, shoot to kill with no aim.
Head for the hills, yes, eyes on the campfire-glow,
Creep up there, like a white mink hiding in snow.
And out of the black a figure forms,
A soldier in disguise.
With a drop of love,
Tryin' to set you free.
Run for the hills, pick up your feet, let's go!
We did our jobs, pick up speed, now let's move.
The trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes,
And we can't live if we're too afraid to die.
Hold on tight, yes, hold on tight, you're too slow.
Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind;
Hire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads.
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