Guns of '96, the guns of '96. The ones that never miss. 96 guns in the schoolyard. There's a mama with a broken heart. . Wand they promise in november.
I remember when we walked as one. And all the truths were known. And we were scrappers in the. Schoolyard fights, talked tough on the telephone. . But there was always one big guy.
Look at you sleeping there. I couldn't love anyone or anything more. You really are my angel from heaven. So thanks, God. . Wish I could tell you how much I love you.
Now you see it, see it everywhere. All around the world they're giving it all away. So many faces slaving for someone. If you hate your job then you're giving it all away.
With a rumble of boots and a soldier's suit. They march through Irish land. Fresh faced boys turned to grim young men. With a Union Jack in hand. . Look to the roofs for trouble boy.
we're going down. looking around this place man. I've got to get out of here. all those people here are crazy (gonna drive me nuts). looking at their race.