Lyrics Live Fast Die Young - Transplants

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!