My New Favourite Band

Title: "Young Man Dead"

Band: The Black Angels

Album: Passover (2006)

Fire for the hills, pick up your feet and let’s go.

Head for the hills, pick up steel on your way.

And when you find a piece of them in your site,

fire at will, don’t you waste no time

Another thought of the unaware,

Addiction in disguise

With a drop of blood,

you will take them out, for me

Fire from the hills, pick up speed and let’s go.

Fire for real; Yeah shoot to kill with no aim!

Head for the hills, yes eyes on the camp fire glow.

Creep up there like a white mink hiding in snow.

And outta black, a figure forms… A soldier in the sky.

With a drop of love trying to set you free.

Run for the hills, pick up your feet and let’s go.

We did our jobs, pick up speed now let’s move.

The trees can’t grow, without the sun in their eyes.

And we can’t live if we’re too afraid to die.

Hold on tight, yes hold on tight you’re too slow.

Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind.

Hire only thieves to steal the thought from our heads.