We love them
We mourn for them
Unlucky boys of RedI wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bedWe miss them
Every night we kiss them
Their faces fixed in our headsI wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bedThey 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
To where Mother Nature makes their bed
