Death-Defy-Glo

Death-Defy - Glo (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 aint right Its that same old story Talkin bout the death n glory boys When your head is on the scaffold n your a** 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 aint 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 Youre a death n glory boy Youd better pack up your troubles In your old kit bag Say goodbye to your mother Shes the only friend you have Long live the leaders Long may they reign May they live long enough To feel every single pain They dont care about the widows They dont give no reasons why They just keep on making medals You can buy From the death n glory boys