《My Youngest Son》歌词

歌曲： My Youngest Son

所属专辑：Viva la muerte

歌手： Slime

时长： 04:03

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My Youngest Son - Slime[00:00:02]

It's an 800 years never ending war[00:00:14]

That causes grief sorrow suffering and pain[00:00:19]

And glory[00:00:27]

But glory for who [00:00:34]

My youngest son came home today[00:00:40]

His friends marched with him all the way[00:00:46]

The flutes and drums beat out the time[00:00:51]

As in his box of polished pine[00:00:55]

Like dead meat on a butcher's tray[00:00:58]

My youngest son came home today[00:01:04]

My youngest son was a fine young man[00:01:11]

With a wife and a daughter and a son[00:01:16]

As a man he would have lived and died[00:01:22]

Till by that bullet sanctified[00:01:25]

Now he's a saint or so they say[00:01:29]

They brought their saint home today[00:01:35]

Above the narrow Belfast streets[00:02:12]

An Irish sky looks down and weeps[00:02:18]

On children's blood in gutters spilled[00:02:23]

For dreams of freedom unfilled[00:02:27]

As part of freedom's price to pay[00:02:30]

My youngest son came home today[00:02:36]

My youngest son came home today[00:03:13]

His friends marched with him all the way[00:03:19]

The flutes and drums beat out the time[00:03:25]

As in his box of polished pine[00:03:28]

Like dead meat on a butcher's tray[00:03:31]

My youngest son came home today[00:03:37]

But this time he's home to stay[00:03:44]