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



One, two, three, go



Brother mother baby you're flipped out

You're over influenced

One day you will feel it

You will 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