Terry Lee Hale - Dead Is Dead

Lonely lovers cry, why me lord I didn't mean to do it But I saw red when she kissed him back and I lost control The carnage spreads and their blood it mingles and is very red But maybe they'll get up and laugh and walk and breath again, no Oh they never do Little men carry guns and walk so big They say they are not afraid, just prepared yeah But you know they want to use it They want to drop the "geek" They want play the hero and talk of life that's cheap Hangin' on to nothin' or more than they can keep Do you think that they would dare less? Do you think they'd lose their sleep? Oh they never do I saw the pawns of war run, stand in line Neatly pressed and folded clean cut boys and blind How they follow, how they follow no revolting I wish they would, how I wish they would