When you're a white boy

Life gets you high

You hold out thinking

That you know why

You hold out

With the law of men

And when you die

You're born again



Put down your gun

And find your heart

We're dying soldiers

We don't dance for the devil



When you're a white boy

Your life is lust

You kiss and run

And you mistrust

You hold out

With the nowhere men

You dance your dance

And try again



Put down your gun

And find your heart

We're dying soldiers

In the dark (we are no rebels)



You know white boys (can't control it)

You know white boys (never hold it)

You know white boys (hard to swallow)

You know white boys always follow



(follow who)



Put down your gun

And find your heart

We're dying soldiers

We don't dance for the devil




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