There was a boy, a frightened boy Grew up to be some kind of man Lived in a wood, tried to be good Unlike his bad old man
Found a scheme, learned to dream Just to get through the days Before long he grew so strong He didn't care either way
He wanted death, but his last breath They sentenced him to life Anarchy and girl's bodies Epiphany for life
(Nice...dream)
There was a man, a frightened man Grew up to be some kind of boy (nice) Ate scraps form people's laps Made dream reality
He got to be a tough monkey And look them in the eye Death by fashion, strapped to a cannon So keep your powder dry
Marrying the Gunner's Daughter You know me, I go too far Like a heifer to the slaughter Here he comes, the Blueblack Hussar
Strapped to a gun ain't much fun But it's all that he had left Got a number one, just for fun Started playing Russian roulette
He got to be a tough monkey So look them in the eye Death by fashion, strapped to a cannon So keep your powder dry
Marrying the Gunner's Daughter You know me, I go too far Like a heifer to the slaughter Here he comes, the Blueblack Hussar
Marrying the Gunner's Daughter You know me, I go too far Like a heifer to the slaughter Here he comes, the Blueblack Hussar
He wanted death, but his last breath They sentenced him to life Anarchy and girl's bodies Epiphany for life Nice dream Nice dream
Marrying the Gunner's Daughter You know me, I go too far Like a heifer to the slaughter Here he comes, the Blueblack Hussar HussarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
