Dead Boys

Dead boys, dead boys

Lying all around

Dead boys, dead boys

Some cannot be found

If you could say what you need

What’s the word gotta do to keep you company

All the tears, your defeat

Is the hillside of crosses, a forest trees

Dead boys, dead boys

Ordered by the fools

All this time you

Were following the rules

If you could see what we found

It’s a orchard of souls that we have underground

All the screams, all the sounds

When the silence of warfare is all the we found

The days are rolling faster, not wanting more

A chemical disaster at your front door

The day you saw your master is shown on the floor

Dead boys, dead boys

Dead boys, dead boys

Lying all around

Dead boys, dead boys

Some cannot be found

If you could say what you need

What’s the word gotta do to keep you company

All the tears, your defeat

Is the hillside of crosses, a forest trees