Turk was a thug at sixteen Wouldn’t listen to anybody He gives his all, day to day Ran with the older boot boys Rumbling the blocks and bar fight Boots and braces make the might
Turk was a skinhead Never knew what lay ahead Uncertainty and drunken dread If he stayed in town, he’d wind up dead
Turk had a way with them hooks Ran through broads like crooks Always alone on the inside Late nights and fist fights starting Skank shows and Mosh pits starting Till She walked in and stole his Heart
Turk had a skinned head Never knew what lay ahead Uncertainty and drunken dread If he stayed in town, he’d wind up dead
Turk joined the USMC to fight for love and county Thought he’d buy a ring with his pay But things don’t work out some days A tour is a long time to be away The Letter came on Monday Gunny called out Turks name He never said quite what is contained Turk read it slowly and walked away He just read it slowly and walked away
Last time I saw Chris come home The young man I’d known was grown With jaw set firm and soldiers eyes I asked him how he’d been Said he was fine, just living Said pain has a way to make you wise Oooh And they called him TurkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
