Young Lions

Roses in the car

Roses in the car

Bony saddle, bony street

Corrugated iron sheet

This bed is not concrete

This bed in which you sleep

Flesh is flesh til blood runs cold

And blood is blood, so I am told

Your carbon makes a star

Your carbon makes a star

And after all, that's all we are

After all, that's all we are

That's all we are

That's all we are

That's all we are

All these young men, these young lions

All these young men, these young lions

You don't know if it's true

Or if to believe in you

There are tunnels through the stone

Where weaker hearts have made a home

Their roses in a car

Their roses in a car

And after all that's all we are

After all that's all we are

And isn't it bizarre

The adults that we are

Still playing

Follow the leader

Body don't break

Body don't break

Body don't break

Til broken

Body gonna make

Body gonna make

Body gonna make

Another body

Don't want to be the last to leave