Tin Soldier Boy Bright Eyes

Sammy was indicted on a slow Friday
Called his family from the county court
Screaming at his children down a long hallway
While the cops were beating on the door

Ayesha's had a million names by now
There's a few that I've heard before
She's the brawn, I'm the brains
Never took us long to know where we had to go

Billie took the money and she disappeared
Last seen in a Cadillac
A message was sent from beyond the grave
She said she's trying to pay it back

Our days arе numbered
Hear thе countdown
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 more round
Shots ring out and we all fall down

Soldier on, soldier on
Lead the convoy through the noise
Soldier on
Soldier on, tin Soldier Boy

Hollywood's dying like the palm trees
It's not romantic, it's a comedy
So when I'm gone don't use my headstone for your imagery
Like another shitty Scorsese movie