And now they are trying to take my life away

forever young I cannot stay, on every corner I can

see them there. They don't know my name they

don't know my kind. They're after you with their

promises. they're after you to sign your life away.

For living in the backstreets that's our home from

home. the painted walls are all we've ever known

and "The Guns Forever" that's our battle cry. it is

the flag that we fly so high and every day they try

to drag us down but I cry with anfer I have done

no crime. For up no the terrace I can hear the

crowd roar and down in the subway I can hear

them whisper and through all the ragin glory of

the years we never once thought of the fears fir

what we'd do when the battle cry was over.

Nothing lasts forever is all they seem to tell you

when you're young but have no illusion and no

disillusion the Sixty Eight guns will never die

THE SIXTY EIGHT GUNS IS OUR BATTLE CRY