Boys of the Revolution
Album: Skin, Lies & Deep Blue Eyes
By: Gus Harris
By: Gus Harris
Duration
4:14
Genres
Description
Colonial style riff with lyrical content referring to the age of war from the perspective of an oblivious young soldier.
Lyrics
Winter mourn. Letter on the table, it's for me. "Come fight for liberty". Our years were young but our heads were in the game. We were shorn and told ready 'n' aim. I can't remember exactly how it started. It could be something or something in my head. Could it be though, something I can hold on to or just something I'm told to do? Cos we were packed, we were sold, we were young, we were bold. We were out for a revolution. Now the photographs you send are on my sill. All the days go passed and how I wish they will. But babe you've gotta hold everything we do 'cos I'll come home soon. I'll come back to you. But we were packed and we were sold, we were young and we were bold. We were out for a revolution. We'd been bled and we'd been schooled but the game of war is never ruled. We were boys of the revolution. Tell them how you sold all their innocense with your false flag. I guess you got them in line, hey? Tell them how you sold all their innocense with your false flag I guess you got them in line, hey? I was alone. All the faces there turned a crazy blue it was crazy. There was nothing left to do but escape, go back to home. As I fall and gaze I think, 'why did I come here? This world is such a fuckin' maze' and I said... we were packed and we were sold, we were young and we were bold. We were out for a revolution. We'd been bled and we'd been schooled, we'd been much but never ruled. Boys of the revolution. We were packed and we were sold, we were yound we were bold. We were sold to the revolution.
