The Amboy Dukes
The Amboy Dukes
The Amboy Dukes
The Amboy Dukes
The Amboy Dukes
The Amboy Dukes
The Amboy Dukes
The Amboy Dukes
The Amboy Dukes
The Amboy Dukes
The Amboy Dukes
The Amboy Dukes
The Amboy Dukes
Things are getting much worse
People will actually curse
Ladies are sighing and babies are dying
And happiness comes with a hearse
Time heals all wounds it's been said
But try healing wounds of your dead
No matter how you try they'll pass you right on by
You and your future's been wed
(Chorus)
Whats the use? There's no excuse
Death is life
Seems that you never will learn
The only thing is to return
Do what you care and hope your not there
When all your world start to burn
(Chorus)