From "Down the Wrong Pipe"
Well, Johnny was a painter
Who lived for the dawn
And the way that he drew me
Id never been drawn
One morning he left me
In tears on bed
And the bowery turned black
From these words that he said
We all die young
With our friends in our arms
And a song on our tongue
We all die young
And the sooner you go
The less hard this becomes
There was Annie from school,
Always up to no good
And we made all the mischief
A couple girls could
We would hide in the bushes
And dance for the moon
Well, Annie, they found us
They found us too soon
And we all die young
With our friends in our arms
And a song on our tongue
We all die young
And the sooner you go
The less hard this becomes
Now my friends have all left
Just their names I recall
And there's some I still see
That I know least of all
There was nothing about them
So special, as such
But the songs were so simple
And we loved them so much
And we all die young
With our friends in our arms
And a song on our tongue
We all die young
And the sooner you go
The less hard this becomes
And we all die young
With our friends in our arms
And a song on our tongue
We all die young
And the sooner you go
The less hard this becomes
(Lauren London - vocals)
Copyright 2005 Zach London
