Young Man

People say with age there comes experience
But as soon as we are born we start to die
Older men are chosen to speak wisely
But call a child to the sacrificial rite

Who can we get to win the fight
Young man
Who can we get to make love all night
Young man
Who do we send away to die
Young man
I heard a lonely woman cry for a
Young man

The fire bombs in distant lands are burning
Jarring every synapse in your soul
Life and death are a meaningless profession
Tomorrow brings a horror yet untold

Who can we get to win the fight
Young man
Who can we get to make love all night
Young man
Who do we send away to die
Young man
I heard a lonely woman cry for a
Young man

Whoa, young man
Whoa, young man

Come home, my son
We'll give you a rest
Welcome, my son
We'll give you the best
Time's stowaway
The young man
Short are the days
Of the young man

Young man
Young man



Credits
Writer(s): James Vincent Young, Richard Young
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