He's eighteen and he wants to die.
He wants some glory
but the price is high.
He sees the way out and wants to touch the
sky.
A star for today and a corpse for tomorrow.
The media love him
just for a day.
That's all he needs to pave his way.
His hours of
glory should have been made to last.
but it all ended in just one
blast.
I ain't ever been nothin'.
I ain't ever 'ad nothin'.
I
ain't ever been nothin'.
I ain't ever 'ad nothin'.
going up in a
puff of smoke.
going up in a puff of smoke.
I'm gonna go up in a
puff of smoke.
I wanna go up in a puff of smoke.
I can see him
villian, a noose around his neck.
making his grand finale, his farewell
to us all.
why didn't he see a future?.
why no bridges left to
cross?.
is all that existed in his mind.
to be a star for just one
day?.
to reach the point of no return.
after stardom for just one
day.
no turning back no after thoughts.
just a bullet in his
chest.
I ain't ever been nothin'.
I ain't ever 'ad nothin'.
I
ain't ever been nothin'.
I ain't ever 'ad nothin'.
going up in a
puff of smoke.
going up in a puff of smoke.
I'm gonna go up in a
puff of smoke.
I wanna go up in a puff of smoke.
(going up in a
puff of smoke.
going up in a puff of smoke.
I'm gonna go up in a
puff of smoke.
I wanna go up in a puff of smoke.
If I'm goin'
out.
I'm takin' some of you fucks with
me!.
*******************
Working for the Yankee Dollar - The
Skids
Saw Vietnam as a partisan.
and wished I'd never
been.
As I held the rope on through the scope.
I wish I'd never
seen.
Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy's
dream.
But who were there could only stare into this wondrous
scene.
Yankee, to war.
Yankee, head high.
Yankee, in
call.
Yankee, we cry.
In Germany in the '45, my mind was on the
altar.
Thought of God the Iron Rod and thought that needed
shelter.
From 'Tragen' pain and men insane and eyes that got much
colder.
Saw a German son with a Yankee gun and a uniform much
older.
Yankee, to war.
Yankee, head high.
Yankee, in
call.
Yankee, we cry.
Working for the Yankee Dollar.
Working
for the Yankee Dollar.
Processions bear that human flare which mark
a hero's welcome.
For those dead and for those shed.
it was a big
occasion.
And all flags and Yankee mags which embroidered all the
meaning.
In an oversight, forgot the fight, which never bore
elation.
Yankee, to war.
Yankee, head high.
Yankee, in
call.
Yankee, we cry.
Working for the Yankee Dollar.
Working
for the Yankee Dollar.
++++++++++++++++++++
Vanguards
Crusade
I went to see an old man,
I went to hear his story
he
spoke his voice was trembling,
detail I had to know
once I was
filled with anger
we parted with the humble,
Our eyes issued
compassions,
hopes of our kin before
shout brothers
unite
leave your parents join the fight
won't you strengthen the
cause of control,
we have freedom we have peace
no starvation no
disease
and the land will be yours when we go
Riding across
parade ground
band of you humans closed off
our flag above the
palace
equality for now
you rose a new relations
you will by
sharing old life,
I went home to my family
safe from the tyrant's
roar
shout brothers unite
leave your parents join the
fight
won't you strengthen the cause of control,
we have freedom we
have peace
no starvation no disease
and the land will be yours when
exposed
oh my brothers betrayed me
you willed for
inspiration
I seem to spare a memory
pleasant was their reply
now
son you heard the story (woah oh oh oh oh)
an old man with faded
memoirs (woah oh oh oh oh)
I wonder how my friends are (woah oh oh oh
oh)
he took the will to cry (woah oh oh oh oh)
(shout), brothers
unite
we must serve so join the fight
ours is to the cause that is
true
no more worries no more trains
no more feelings no more
pains
birth will by ours when we go
