MIND-A-STRAY - Rebels Evermore | Текст песни

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Story
Imagine the story of four (or six, or twelve) cowboys who have been living in, stealing and exploiting the neighbourhood food decades and then it comes the time for some of them to die. And the things he would be thinking about, and regretting of. He mostly would like to correct some things he did in his life and as his final moments are present he tries to assure his mates that life's not about killing, stealing and raping. That everyone - no matter what your originas are - would always be regretting things they've done in their lifes. So basically you should try to think beforehand all the big decisions you're about to make, so not having to regret them afterwards. That's easy, isn't it??? :)


Lyrics

I lived my
Life among the plan
Pay me honour
Let me die like a man

We chose our
Ways to live and die
So embrace it
Never wonder why

When I say
You reflect on me
Just ride on through and
Try to know how I would feel

When I pray
We're not the dying breed
I spill the blood for hope that
You'll be there to sow the seed

Oh...
That's what cowboys do
Forget their past and drift away

Oh...
That's what rebels do
They'll always find their place
to hide away

I guess we were like rebels all the way



My friends of
Brotherhood of man
It's your burden
Now to understand

No more lies
No more grace and glory
Feel my fire
Carry on the story

Stained all through
Was this blackened soul
But in the end you realize
The truth unfold

Long live rebel
Never growing old
The silver bullets shot away
Turned into tears of gold

Oh...
That's what cowboys do
Forget their past and drift away

Oh...
That's what rebels do
They'll always find their place
to hide away

I never meant to stay
I might as well be gone today



When you pray
Me to understand
I'll reach out
Give my helping hand

From out there
I'll be seeing you
Light you the the way to show
The things that only cowboys do

Oh...
I'll be riding through
My gun is made of wood and steel

Oh...
I'm urban cowboy too
I'll throw my hand always for you

Until no day is shining through

And the white turns into blue

I shall throw my hand for you

The grip is stronger than before

We will settle to the score

Still we're rebels evermore

No-one else will cease the day

Until you'll find our rebel way

It will cease the day
Rebels all the way

When all the sorrow work is done
You'll know my heart is gone



All the days I have seen
Still we're nobody
All the places I've been
Still I'm nobody
All the paths that we've rode
Still we're nowhere
But now I'm opened to see...

And the white turns into blue

I shall throw my hand for you

The grip is stronger than before

We will settle to the score

Still we're rebels evermore

No-one else will cease the day