Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live Fast Die Young, artist - Transplants. Album song Take Cover, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Live Fast Die Young |
Boy with no name, he was only 18 |
Never laughed too much |
Hated the monarchy, yes he hated the queen |
Real antisocial and he acted real mean |
Was he in a dream? |
Dowsing her lights was in his dreams |
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey |
Rumpa, rumpa |
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey |
Rumpa, rumpa |
So full of hate and full of fury |
To tell you a story |
You could say |
It was a one man jury |
Catalogue of anger posted through your door |
Your door, your door, your door! |
The chance would come to even the score |
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey |
Rumpa, rumpa |
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey |
Rumpa, rumpa |
Stole a gun and he stole a car |
Oh, boy oh boy! |
With a pretty Polly, he would go far |
Down to London where the bright lights are |
Lights are, lights are, lights are! |
And I say, the mission’s his decision! |
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey |
Rumpa, rumpa |
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey |
Rumpa, rumpa |
He took out the gun |
On that fateful day |
The winds blew cold |
And the sky was grey |
He pointed the gun |
And then he pulled the trigger |
The message that he would |
Now deliver, ha-ha! |
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey |
Rumpa, rumpa |
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey |
Rumpa, rumpa |
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey |
Rumpa, rumpa |
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey |
Rumpa, rumpa! |