Young Lions – The Maccabees

Roses in the car, roses in the car
Bony saddle, bony street, corrugated iron sheet
This bed is not concrete, this bed in which you sleep
Flesh is flesh ’til blood runs cold and blood is blood, so I am told

Your carbon makes a star, your carbon makes a star
And after all that’s all we are, after all that’s all we are
That’s all we are, that’s all we are
That’s all we are, that’s all we are, that’s all we are

All these young men, these young lions
All these young men, these young lions

You don’t know if it’s true or if to believe in you
There are tunnels through the stone
Where weaker hearts have made a home

Their roses in a car, their roses in a car
And after all that’s all we are, after all that’s all we are
And isn’t it bizarre the adults that we are
Still playing follow the leader?

Body don’t break, body don’t break
Body don’t break ’til broken
Body gonna make, body gonna make
Body gonna make another body
Don’t wanna be the last to leave

Body don’t break, body don’t break
Body don’t break ’til broken
Body gonna make, body gonna make
Body gonna make another body
Don’t wanna be the last to leave

Don’t wanna be the last to leave
Don’t wanna be the last to leave
Don’t wanna be the last to leave