Death 'N' Glory Boys — 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 death 'n' glory boys When your head is on the scaffold 'N' your ass 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 What's that movin' - I ain't a scared

It's that same old story Freak out with the death '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 death '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 death 'n' glory boys