Tekst:
Young Guns Beneath The Waves

beloved we are gathered here today to lament the loss of honesty to the art of saving face of vanity and opacity a generation lost beneath the waves

beloved we are gathered here today to lament the loss of honesty to the art of saving face of vanity and opacity a generation lost beneath the waves

beloved we are gathered here today to lament the loss of honesty to the art of saving face of vanity and opacity a generation lost beneath the waves

't fall Oh, how the sun did blaze Wouldn't go down for days I got shot and lost my rifle When the first wave hit the rise And the guns rolled out like

By leaders who use their power not to assist, but to oppress. At the wave of a gloved hand These people can, and do, Send young men to their death, But