triumph '73
felice brothers, the
i know those steps lead to your door
but i won't be climbing them no more
there's too many boys been down that way before
town is watching as i pass
throwing shadows on the working class
i was once like them but now i'm flying fast
straight out of town as the rain patters down
i can hear his footsteps fall
walking through your lamp-lit hall
i look like nothing at all
now you're slipping off your gloves
his heart is beating like a frightened dove
in the dreaded art of love
though i know not what i'll do
ain't gonna join the marine corps
ain't gonna fight no rich mans war
there's too many boys gone down that way before
now i'm passing over the planes
though i wish you all of the best