Deaths Head Moth

A deaths head moth will flap its wings
Young men will do such awful things
For fame, for pride, for diamond rings
Young men will do such awful things

On the District and the Circle Line
You pierced his ribs, you slit his side
When the cockerel crowed you thrice denied
You pierced his ribs and slit his side

Oh black news and blue uniforms
The police knocked at his ma’s front door
She curled up on the kitchen floor
When the policemen knocked on her front door

Is this how you stand out from the crowd
Or how you make your mothers proud
Oh the jailer’s key is turning round
Is this how you make you mothers proud?

A deaths head moth upon his chest
Upon his bright and bloody breast
Condemned to an eternal rest
Upon his bright and bloody breast

Deny him when the cockerel sings
You young men do such awful things
For fame, for pride and diamond rings
You young men do such awful things

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