When you’re a white boy
Life gets you high
You hold out thinking
That you know why
You hold out
With the law of men
And when you die
You’re born again
Put down your gun
And find your heart
We’re dying soldiers
We don’t dance for the devil
When you’re a white boy
Your life is lust
You kiss and run
And you mistrust
You hold out
With the nowhere men
You dance your dance
And try again
Put down your gun
And find your heart
We’re dying soldiers
In the dark (we are no rebels)
You know white boys (can’t control it)
You know white boys (never hold it)
You know white boys (hard to swallow)
You know white boys always follow
(follow who)
Put down your gun
And find your heart
We’re dying soldiers
We don’t dance for the devil
