Standing at the stone of one of our own
he died saving my life
he took the lead aimed for my head
such love shown I'd never known
Give me the gun
I love you
a job half done isn't done
Standing at the stone of one of our own
he took the plug and he hit the rug
such love shown I've never known
now I don't want to know tomorrow
So give me the gun
I love you
a job half done isn't done
Kneeling at the stone of one of our own
he took a round and he hit the ground
he took the blast, his very last
I have no use for tomorrow
no use for tomorrow
no use for tomorrow
no use for tomorrow
no use for tomorrow
no use for
no use for
no use for tomorrow
no use for tomorrow
no