Restless Young Man

Your children fall in with the pack
Where there is a place for them
And when their violence makes them men
There is a use for them

Pay your tribute
Subside aggression
Restless young men put to good use again
Restless young men put to good use again

Blood marks the age
Of death of glory
They find an occupation
To fit their ability

Pay your tribute
Subside aggression
Restless young men put to good use again
Restless young men put to good use again and again

Taken by force
Always from bars to barracks
A man's life is his job
I hopes I'm fighting when it stops

Restless young men put to good use again
Restless young men put to good use again