We love them

We mourn for them

Unlucky boys of Red



I wish I'd gone down

Gone down with them

To where Mother Nature makes their bed



We miss them

Every night we kiss them

Their faces fixed in our heads



I wish I'd gone down

Gone down with them

To where Mother Nature makes their bed



They can't hurt you

Their style will never desert you

Because they're all safely dead



I wish I'd gone down

Gone down with them