Golden Boys

Aimless ain't got no where to go All my thoughts have gone… Aimless ain't got no where to go All my thoughts have gone… Aimless ain't got no where to go Ready? Mother Mary had a son Whose days were spent on having fun And Monday he got a letter: “you could make yourself feel better” Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands Millions of boys lay dead Mother Mary had a baby but he had his he'd never tasted He hunted all the others then he hunted all his brothers Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands Millions of boys stay dead Go-Go-Golden Boys You've got your war toys Looking straight on And with your eyes of blue I will remember you One for me, one for you Mother Mary baby, rock and roll Rock and roll, you know I only want you for your rock and roll Mother Mary Mother Mary had a man who healed with pleasing hands Millions of boys stay dead Go-Go-Golden Boys You've got your war toys Looking straight on And with your eyes of blue We'll do the old one two One for me, one for you 1, 2, 3, GO! Brother mother baby you're flipped out You're over influenced One day you will feel it You'll make yourself feel better Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands Millions of boys stay dead Millions of boys stay dead Millions of boys stay dead