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Dangerous YouthWords and Music by Beau PhillipsRemember the story I told you one morning about the lad from the sunYes he was the quarry of the dames of old glory, a concierge to getting ladies undoneA healer on the streets, they'd surround him and plead for a touch from the shamanistic handWhen you get lost in the street, the butcher's job is complete - he made you understand!Leave the dream darling you're doomedAtrophy her parts they loomClutch her heart swiftlyBut 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 castAnd his mast flew up with the sunOer their treacherous ways and to the urchins a slaveHe'd do their will as the fagans would parlayHowever long good intentions lastOne loses his grasp on the gifts your father gave your meek handsWhen you get lost in the street, bodies covered in sheets - he made you understand!SongtexteLeave the dream darling you're doomedAtrophy her parts they loomClutch her heart swiftlyBut 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 StrangelightsAll rights reserved Aus Songtexte Mania