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
Its that same old story
Talkin bout the death n glory boys
When your head is on the scaffold
N your a*s 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
Whats that movin I ain't a scared
Its that same old story
Freak out with the death n glory boys
When its 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
Youd 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
