We love them | |
We mourn for them | |
Unlucky boys of red | |
I wish I'd gone down | |
Gone down with them | |
To where mother nature | |
Makes their bed | |
We miss them | |
Every night we kiss them | |
Their faces fixed in our heads | |
I wish I'd gone down | |
Gone down with them | |
To where mother nature | |
Makes their bed | |
They can't hurt you | |
Their style will never desert you | |
Because they're all safely dead | |
I wish I'd gone down | |
Gone down with them | |
To where mother nature | |
Makes their bed |