Devotchkas Live Fast Die Young Lyrics

Live Fast Die Young Lyrics

Boy with no name, he was only 18



Never lughed to 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



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 would say



He was a one man jury



Catalogue of anger posted through your door



Your door, your door, your door



A chance would come to even the score







Stole a gun and he stole a car



Oh boy, oh boy



With a pretty doll he would go far



Down to london where the bright lights are



Lights are, lights are, lights are



And i say



The mission his decision







He took out the gun



On that fateful day



The winds blew cold , the sky turned grey



He pointed the gun



And then he pulled the trigger



The message that he would now deliver