paroles de chanson Young Men Dead - The Black Angels

Fire for the hills, pick up your feet and let′s go
Ahead for the hills, pick up steel on your way
And when you find a piece of them in your site
Fire at will, don't you waste no time
Another thought of the unaware
Addiction in disguise
With a drop of blood
You will take them out, for me
Fire from the hills, pick up speed and let′s go
Fire for real, yeah, shoot to kill with no aim
Head for the hills, yes, eyes on the camp fire glow
Creep up there like a white mink hiding in snow
And out of the black a figure forms
A soldier in the sky
With a drop of love
Trying to set you free
Run for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go
We did our jobs, pick up speed, now let's move
The trees can′t grow without the sun in their eyes
And we can′t live if we're too afraid to die
Hold on tight, yes, hold on tight, you′re too slow
Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our minds
Hire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads, oh