Young Men Dead Ringtones

Fire for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go Head for the hills, pick up steel on your way Head for the hills, yes, eyes on the campfire glow Fire at will, don't you waste no time Another thought of the unaware, oh Addiction in disguise Oh, with a drop of blood You will set them out for me, already Oooh-ooh-ooh Fire from the hills, pick up speed and let's go Head for the trees, pick up steel on your way Head for the hills, yes, eyes on the campfire glow Creep up there like a white mink hiding in snow And out of the black a figure forms Adaption in the sky Oh, with a drop of love And you'll set them free from me (Oh-ooh) Run for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go We did our jobs, now pick up speed ran away The trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes And how can you live if we're too afraid to die? Hold on tight You hold on tight, you're too slow Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind And Hire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads Hold on (We gon' take another night)

I guess these days I'm wide awake I can't help feeling out of place I guess no one gets me either way I wish I could head to outer space And remember, the fires that caused the embers I watch them burn Lets watch it burn Girl you always move at blinding speeds Seems to me like sometimes you're the only thing I need But I can't see Just why I would be, So slow to see you're hold on me Growing old I'm supposed to be- So much more I hope to be Someday soon we'll finally see We'll finally see

We are men at work We got a job to do We gotta keep you rockin' To keep your soul from the blue. Well, we work all day Then we work all night We got to keep you dancin' Gotta make you feel alright. Ten men workin', ten men workin' tonight. We gotta dig the groove We're gonna hammer the blues You can't sit down 'Cause we got a job to do. We gotta dig the groove We're gonna hammer the blues You can't sit down 'Cause we got a job to do. Ten men workin', ten men workin' tonight. We are men at work We got a job to do We gotta keep you rockin' To keep your soul from the blue. Well, we work all day Then we work all night We got to keep you dancin' Gotta make you feel alright. Ten men workin', ten men workin' tonight. We gotta dig the groove We're gonna hammer the blues You can't sit down 'Cause we got a job to do. We gotta dig the groove We're gonna hammer the blues You can't sit down 'Cause we got a job to do. Ten men workin', ten men workin' tonight.

By the time you hear this I'll be in the rearview mirror I'll even wear that green dress you like So when I disappear You can turn around One last look at the girl you lost And the time you took to make up your mind Between two roads Go and take some more time But me and mine must go I try to wait it out No more, can't find the man I was waiting for I wanted to be your girl In a white t-shirt Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry by dead men I wanted to be your girl With your hands on my skin Stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry by dead men (While you read me poetry by dead men) While you read me poetry by dead men By the time you hear this Who knows where I might be? Singing 'bout another near miss Love that ended incomplete I was ready but you weren't So jump with your net from this bridge you burned I wanted to tell you things All the secrets I've been keeping I saw it in front of me But then you just keep disappearing A Good dream almost Now I tell your ghost I wanted to be your girl In a white t-shirt Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry by dead men I wanted to be your girl With your hands on my skin Stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry by dead men (While you read me poetry by dead men) While you read me poetry by dead men Line after line The words just left to remind The two of us saw what we could've been Poetry by dead men Fire from embers How can I make you remember? With a turn of a phrase Would you turn to me if I say I still want to be your girl? I still want to be your girl In a white t-shirt Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry by dead men I wanted to be your girl With your hands on my skin Stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry by dead men (While you read me poetry by dead men) While you read me poetry by dead men

This is it! Breaking up or breaking through Breaking something's all we can do Shoot straight, travel far Stone crazy's all we ever are But I don't care for lies And I won't tell you twice Because when all else fails Dead men tell no tales Shooting up away and back A bit of guts is all that you lack Far behind the stable door I know you've met that horse before But I don't care for skag And this sure ain't no blag At the end of all tracks and trails Dead men tell no tales, come on You used to be my friend But that friendship's coming to an end My meaning must be clear You know pity is all that you hear 'Cause if you're doing smack You won't be coming back I ain't the one to make you bail Dead men tell no tales Tell no tale Tell no tales Tell no tale Tell no tales

Gas The ultimate weapon of cruelty A highly effective delivery system Of a slow and painful death This time, a fortress and it's few defenders Would suffer it's horrible consequences Out of the poisonous cloud came an army of men Who should already have been dead Turmoil at the front Wilhelm's forces in the hunt There's a thunder in the east It's an attack of the deceased They've been facing poison gas 7000 charge en masse Turn the tide of the attack And force the enemy to turn back And that's when The dead men Are marching again Osowiec then and again Attack of the dead, hundred men Facing the led once again Hundred men charge again, die again Osowiec then and again Attack of the dead, hundred men Facing the led once again Hundred men charge again, die again Two combatants spar Hindenburg against the Tsar Move in 12 battalions large Into a Russian counter-charge They'll be fighting for their lives As their enemy revives Russians won't surrender, no Striking fear into their foe And that's when The dead men Are marching again Osowiec then and again Attack of the dead, hundred men Facing the led once again Hundred men charge again, die again Osowiec then and again Attack of the dead, hundred men Facing the led once again Hundred men charge again, die again And that's when The dead men Are marching again Osowiec then and again Attack of the dead, hundred men Facing the led once again Hundred men charge again, die again Osowiec then and again Attack of the dead, hundred men Facing the led once again Hundred men charge again, die again And that's when The dead men Are marching again and again That's when the dead marched again