The Black Angels
Текст песни Young Man Dead

Fire for the hills pick up your feet and lets go.
<br />Head for the hills pick up steel on your way.
<br />And when you find a piece of them in your site,
<br />fire at will, don't you waste no time.


Another thought of the unaware,
<br />addiction in disguise.


With a drop of blood,
<br />you will take them out, for me.


Fire from the hills pick up speed and lets go.
<br />Fire for real, yeah shoot to kill with no aim.
<br />Head for the hills, yes eyes on the camp fire glow.
<br />Creep up there like a white mink hiding in snow.


And outta black a figure forms a soldier in the sky.
<br />With a drop of love, trying to set you free.


Run for the hills, pick up your feet and lets go.
<br />We did our jobs, pick up speed now lets move.
<br />The trees cant grow without the sun in their eyes.
<br />And we can't live if we're too afraid to die.


Hold on tight, yes hold on tight you're too slow.
<br />Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind.
<br />Hire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads.