1967 کے بول

Ahh, ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Ahh, ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Listen to the voices spit out all the grime In my mama's satin dress, staring at the train line Nurse said I was better, discharged on Monday night (Just kill me) Then, I sold Kate a Val', so I stayed till late July He told me: Meet on Sunday and take the Northern line I wish they didn't draft boys, boys who want to die Boys who want to die Boys who want to die He tells me: It's all broken, so I don't have to fight (Are you coming with me?) Wipe his diamond tears from the makeup that he cried (He's always so far away) Dressed like it's the 60s (nah), he looks so fucking fly (He looks so fucking fly) But when they shaved his head, he cried and cried and cried He told me: Meet on Sunday and take the Northern line I wish they didn't draft boys, boys who want to die Want to die Where did you go, go, go away? Boys who want to Boys who want to-to-to Boys who want to die Listen to the voices spit out all the grime In my mama's satin dress, staring at the train line Ahh, ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (ah-ahh) Ahh, ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (ah-ahh)