Death 'N' Glory Boys

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
Bring out that death’n’glory boys
When your head is on the scaffold
And your ass is on the line
You gotta give it that old religion one more time
Get the death’n’glory boys
Midnight, no light
Cool sand like mud in my hands
I 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 stealin' apples
And 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
It’s that same old story
With the death’n’glory boys yeah
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