(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 $$# 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