The Boys † The Boys - Dead!

He said: «officer can you help me please?»

Morning came quick and my eyes sting

Came in here with his hands up

But you were quick to the draw so shame on us

In an hours time he’ll be all strung out

He’s out hanging around by the gambling house

No luck in the air or liquor on lips

He heads for old town cashes in and quits

But he can feel the sun in his eyes

Talks to strangers but gets no replies

But his mouth just keeps on talking

And his legs oh they keep walking

And he’s on the phone now

And he’s calling you

And he’s on the phone now

And he’s calling you

Screaming this isn’t me

Kicking glass all over the street

I’ll scream this isn’t me

From the grit between my teeth

This isn’t me

This isn’t me

This isn’t me

From the grit between my teeth

From the grit between my teeth

They’ve all started work, his head’s gone astray

He’s living way too fast for the middle of the day

Friends way too nice for his own good

At least it wasn’t anything from him they took

He can hear them loud and clear

These words couldn’t fall on more receptive ears

He can hear them loud and clear

Can you hear them?

Can you hear them?

Loud and fucking clear!

And he’s on the phone now

And he’s calling you

And he’s on the phone now

And he’s calling you

Screaming this isn’t me

Kicking glass all over the street

I’ll scream this isn’t me

From the grit between my teeth

This isn’t me

This isn’t me

This isn’t me

From the grit between my teeth

From the grit between my teeth

Reluctant to admit that I have switched sides

He says I should go home but I’m alright, but I’m alright

Reluctant to admit that I have switched sides

He says I should go home but I’m alright, but I’m alright

And he’s on the phone now

And he’s coming for you

And he’s on the phone now

And he’s coming for you

Screaming this isn’t me

Kicking glass all over the street

I’ll scream this isn’t me

From the grit between my teeth

This isn’t me

This isn’t me

This isn’t me

From the grit between my teeth

From the grit between my teeth