There's a graveyard by the station where the girls
Wear mammal skirts and sandals of honey
The boys are the real ones, their probably the guilted
? Service and greed
That's where me made our tryst and struggled with our guns
Would you still love me if the clocks could go backwards?
The grass was filed with blood, and the grass will be green
He can't remember the dead, they were so great, celebrate
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya,
How does the grass grow? Blood, blood, blood
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya,
Where do the boys lie? Mud, mud, mud
How does the grass grow? Blood, blood, blood
I lived a blind life, a wife is a prison
But you made a life out of nothing ?
Black boots ? more than you'll ever, ever
? eyes and a stone heart
I gaze in defeat at the stars in the night
The light in my life burns away
There will be no tomorrow,
Then you sigh in your sleep
And meaning returns with the day
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya,
How does the grass grow? Blood, blood, blood
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya,
Where do the boys lie? Mud, mud, mud
How does the grass grow? Blood, blood, blood
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