There’s a graveyard by the station Where the girls wear nylon skirts and Sandals from Hungary The boys ride their Riga 1’s Upon the little hill Such sadness and grief The trees die standing
That’s where we made our trysts And struggled with our guns Would you still love me If the clocks could go backwards The girls would fill with blood and The grass would be green again Remember the dead They were so great Some of them
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
But I lived a blind life A white face in prison But you made a life out of nothing Now I ride my black horse I miss you more Than you’ll ever ever know Waiting with my red eyes And my stone heart
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 gaze in defeat At the stars in the night The light in my life burnt 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 Where do the boys lie Mud mud mud How does the grass grow Blood blood blood