people say with age there comes experience
but as soon as you are born you start to die
older men are chosen to speak wisely
but call the child to the sacrificial rite
who can we get to win the fight?
young man!
who can we get to make love all night?
young man!
who do we send away to die?
young man!
I heard a lonely woman cry for a
young man!
the fire bombs in distant lands are burning
jarring every synapse in your soul
life and death are a meaningless profession
tomorrow brings a horror yet untold
who can we get to win the fight?
young man!
who can we get to make love all night?
young man!
who do we send away to die?
young man!
I heard a lonely woman cry for a
young man!
young man!
young man!
come home my son
we'll give you a rest
welcome my son
we'll give you the best
time's stowaway
the young man
short are the days
of the young man