Manos

Doomsday morning All over me At the end of poverty Writing to be free Without you love We would die young Without you love We would die young, young Oh, young Oh, young Oh, young Oh, young Forced out triumphs Blue brigaded wind Manos are worth the tea Silhouettes of sin Without you love We would die young Without you love We would die young, young Oh, young Oh, young Oh, young Oh, young Face them in the quiet spin Cast out too soon Solitude of long salute All because of you Without you love We would die young Without you love We would die young Young Young