Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tragic Youth, artist - Charlene Soraia. Album song Where's My Tribe, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Record label: Peacefrog Holdings
Song language: English
Tragic Youth |
Must I commit my tragic youth to history |
Am I not still to recall when I need |
In my lonely hours they wonder like a vicious mystery |
Can I rewrite the tale that often makes me travel blindly |
My younger years were often spent in silence |
Lest my wooden friends felt estranged |
We entangled ourselves in thoughts of freedom’s violence |
And bottled the brew of our strangest thoughts, deranged |
Delinquent little darlings we were not |
We said the right things to keep us all off |
The hook that don’t exist no more |
Soon you will be called for the unknowing |
Nobody will miss you when you’re gone |
You may come back a shell of your former self |
But obedient you will become with love |
Delinquent little darlings we were not |
We said the right things to get us all off |
The hook that don’t exist no more |
B.B gets what he wants |
When he needs what he wants |
What he feeds us all from |
Don’t bite that hand of Zion |
Come come come come come comrades |
Our Big Brother loves us much |
Come come come come come comrades |
Our Big Brother loves us much more than those |
Old fashioned mothers |
Delinquent little darlings we were not |
We said the right things to get us all off |
The hook that don’t exist no more |
Cause B. B gets what he wants |
When he needs what he wants |
What he feeds us all from |
Don’t bite that hand of Zion |
The lions den |
Bionic Zionic men |