Well, the generations come. Hoy-polloy or chewing gum. Bad manners still in style. And a very low profile. . As the new wave rebel hoards. Scribble balls on notice boards.
Death or glory?. Baby you and me. No warning, no mercy. Off with his head. She said, said she. . Death or glory?. All the bliss, all the memory. You threw us out the window.