Young Men Dead

A fire for the hills, pick up your feet and lets go

I'll head for the hills, pick up steel on your way

And when you find a piece of them in your sight

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

A fire for the hills, pick up speed and lets go

Fire for real, yeah, shoot to kill with no aim

Head for the hills, yes, eyes on the campfire glow

Creep up in like a white mink hidin' in snow

And out of black, a figure forms

A soldier in the skies

With a drop of blood

Trying to set you free

Run for the hills, pick up your feet and lets go

We did our jobs, pick up speed now lets 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

A fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind

Hire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads

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