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When you write About the boys Under friendly fire Dress 'em up in suits And seek her to kill Freedom of the will Ours, and yes, yours Yesterday today Are we marching on? Chameleon to paint your skin To the color of perfection Then turn away from every ghost you've been And sure enough, I saw your head at the ten cent function For a taste and a chaser, we'll sell the gold debaser Can you ever be a boy Again, or are you stopped? Trade lost stubs for a dip, where the water could be air And twenty-one is the legal age to kill yourself slowly But eighteen is the legal age to die Me, I'll cast my vote into the inside shit I'm offering to go, that's all To leave me now to drag my shades, its rhythm never changing Lost from found, beaten down Songtexte When you write About the boys Under friendly fire Dress 'em up in suits And seek her to kill Freedom of the will Ours, and yes, yours Yesterday today Are we marching on? Aus Songtexte Mania