Devotchkas - Live Fast... Die Young Lyrics
Boy with no name, he was only 18Never lughed to muchHated the monarchyYes he hated the queenReal antisocial and he acted real meanWas he in a dream?Dowsing her lights was inIn his dreamsRumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, heyRumpa, rumpaRumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, heyRumpa, rumpaSo full of hate and full of furyTo tell you a storyYou would sayHe was a one man juryCatalogue of anger posted through your doorYour door, your door, your doorA chance would come to even the scoreStole a gun and he stole a carOh boy, oh boyWith a pretty doll he would go farDown to london where the bright lights areLights are, lights are, lights areAnd i sayThe mission his decisionHe took out the gunOn that fateful dayThe winds blew cold , the sky turned greyHe pointed the gunAnd then he pulled the triggerThe message that he would now deliver