Ian Hunter - d**h 'n' Glory Boys lyrics

(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 It's that same old story Talkin' 'bout the d**h '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 d**h 'n' glory boys Midnight - no light Cool sand - like mud in my hands Got this feelin' - in my hair What's that movin' - i ain't a scared It's that same old story Freak out with the d**h 'n' glory boys When it's down to stealing apples 'n' you been doin' time They can buy the hero in you For a dime You're a d**h 'n' glory boy You'd 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 d**h 'n' glory boys