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
To where Mother Nature makes their bed