Lyrics Live Fast Die Young - Transplants

Here's one for ya!

Boy with no name, he was only eighteen
Never laught too much
Hated the monarchy
Yes he hated the queen
Real anti-social and he acted real mean
Was in in a dream?
"Cause dowsing her lights was in
In his dreams

Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa

So full of hate and full of fury
To tell you a story
You would say
He was a one man jury
Catalogue of anger posted through your door
Your door, your door, your door
A chance would come
To even the score

Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa

He stole a gun and he stole a car. Oh boy, oh boy
With some pretty polly he would go far
Down London where the bright lights are
Lights are, lights are, lights are
And I say
The mission's his decision

Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa

He took out that gun on that fateful day
The winds blew cold as the sky was gray
He pointed the gun and he pulled the trigger
The message that he would now deliver

Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa

Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa