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