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UKArchive ID: 26853born to die by royrodel
Originally published on November 7, 2011 in Song Lyrics

born to die



Looked down at the street without to much force
the bare back riders were sounding hoarse
instead of speaking they signed in morse
to the uncles of sister Mary's children

Joe the chess champions manager was on the take
he wanted the fame and fortune of a man called Charlie Drake
ever since he'd tasted cavior at John Browns wake
just to buy better swill for his pig pen

The fires of Grangemouth light up the sky
merchants selling spoils that'll get you high
in the land where you're born to die

Doctor Martin with his two degrees
moaned about the weather and his unpaid lease
prayed to his God without saying please
for fifties in scores of ten

Well the politician fixed his tie as he changed his mind
collected milk bottle tops to help the blind
giving out the names of mountains to climb
in the land of the lost and forgotten

The fires of Grangemouth light up the sky
merchants selling spoils that'll get you high
in the land where you're born to die

Lennon,Bolan, John the Baptist to
were honoury members of the Motley crew
who wrote recipes for cakes and pigeon stew
that tasted good with nettles and fern

I wish I could scream at Saturday night telivision
be all tied up in my inhibition
applaud the winner,feel the losers pain
it's eleven elevrn of that I'm certain

The fires of Grangemouth light up the sky
merchants selling spoils that'll get you high
in the land where you're born to die



© royrodel (royrodel on OLD UKA)
UKArchive ID: 26853
Archived comments for born to die
stormwolf on 07-11-2011
born to die
I always get the gist of what you are saying Rodel. Nit picking would be to pay attention to 'to' and too' and some spelling but you are more interested in what you are saying than being pedantic. I could see in my mind's eye Grangemouth in flames and the chorus is horribly but truthfully depressing

Alison x

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