Manos

Doomsday morning
All over me
At the end of poverty
Writing to be free
Without you love
We would die young
Without you love
We would die young
Young
Oh, young
Oh, young
Oh, young
Oh, young
Forced out triumphs
Blue brigaded wind
Manos are worth the tea
Silhouettes of sin
Without you love
We would die young
Without you love
We would die young
Young
Oh, young
Oh, young
Oh, young
Oh, young
Face them in the quiet spin
Cast out too soon
Solitude of long salute
All because of you
Without you love
We would die young
Without you love
We would die young
Young
Young