Dangerous Youth Songtext
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Dangerous Youth
Words and Music by Beau Phillips
Remember the story I told you one morning about the lad from the sun
Yes he was the quarry of the dames of old glory, a concierge to getting ladies undone
A healer on the streets, they'd surround him and plead for a touch from the shamanistic hand
When you get lost in the street, the butcher's job is complete - he made you understand!
Leave the dream darling you're doomed
Atrophy her parts they loom
Words and Music by Beau Phillips
Remember the story I told you one morning about the lad from the sun
Yes he was the quarry of the dames of old glory, a concierge to getting ladies undone
A healer on the streets, they'd surround him and plead for a touch from the shamanistic hand
When you get lost in the street, the butcher's job is complete - he made you understand!
Leave the dream darling you're doomed
Atrophy her parts they loom
Clutch her heart swiftly
But it's over....
He had a dangerous youth....
He had a dangerous youth....
He had a dangerous youth....
He had a dangerous youth....
Well she forced him to grow up too fast, the die it was cast
And his mast flew up with the sun
Oer their treacherous ways and to the urchins a slave
He'd do their will as the fagans would parlay
However long good intentions last
One loses his grasp on the gifts your father gave your meek hands
When you get lost in the street, bodies covered in sheets - he made you understand!
Leave the dream darling you're doomed
Atrophy her parts they loom
Clutch her heart swiftly
But it's over....
He had a dangerous youth....
He had a dangerous youth....
He had a dangerous youth....
He had a dangerous youth....
Copyright 2012 The Strangelights
All rights reserved
But it's over....
He had a dangerous youth....
He had a dangerous youth....
He had a dangerous youth....
He had a dangerous youth....
Well she forced him to grow up too fast, the die it was cast
And his mast flew up with the sun
Oer their treacherous ways and to the urchins a slave
He'd do their will as the fagans would parlay
However long good intentions last
One loses his grasp on the gifts your father gave your meek hands
When you get lost in the street, bodies covered in sheets - he made you understand!
Leave the dream darling you're doomed
Atrophy her parts they loom
Clutch her heart swiftly
But it's over....
He had a dangerous youth....
He had a dangerous youth....
He had a dangerous youth....
He had a dangerous youth....
Copyright 2012 The Strangelights
All rights reserved
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