(ian hunter)      Get your son - young 'n' dumb   Give him a gun - make him run   Hot stuff - on a saturday night   Wait a minute - this ain't right      It's that same old story   Talkin' 'bout the death 'n' glory boys   When your head is on the scaffold   'n' your ass is on the line   You gotta give it that old religion   One mo' time   Get the death 'n' glory boys      Midnight - no light   Cool sand - like mud in my hands   Got this feelin' - in my hair   What's that movin' - I ain't a scared      It's that same old story   Freak out with the death 'n' glory boys   When it's down to stealing apples   'n' you been doin' time   They can buy the hero in you   For a dime   You're a death 'n' glory boy      You'd better pack up your troubles   In your old kit bag   Say goodbye to your mother   She's the only friend you have      Long live the leaders   Long may they reign   May they live long enough   To feel every single pain      They don't care about the widows   They don't give no reasons why   They just keep on making medals   You can buy      From the death 'n' glory boys