Marrying the Gunner's Daughter - Adam Ant

There was a boy, a frightened boy

Grew up to be some kind of man

Lived in a wood, tried to be good

Unlike his bad old man

Found a scheme, learned to dream

Just to get through the days

Before long he grew so strong

He didn’t care either way

He wanted death, but his last breath

They sentenced him to life

Anarchy and girl’s bodies

Epiphany for life

(Nice…dream)

There was a man, a frightened man

Grew up to be some kind of boy (nice)

Ate scraps form people’s laps

Made dream reality

He got to be a tough monkey

And look them in the eye

Death by fashion, strapped to a cannon

So keep your powder dry

Marrying the Gunner’s Daughter

You know me, I go too far

Like a heifer to the slaughter

Here he comes, the Blueblack Hussar

Strapped to a gun ain’t much fun

But it’s all that he had left

Got a number one, just for fun

Started playing Russian roulette

He got to be a tough monkey

So look them in the eye

Death by fashion, strapped to a cannon

So keep your powder dry

Marrying the Gunner’s Daughter

You know me, I go too far

Like a heifer to the slaughter

Here he comes, the Blueblack Hussar

Marrying the Gunner’s Daughter

You know me, I go too far

Like a heifer to the slaughter

Here he comes, the Blueblack Hussar

He wanted death, but his last breath

They sentenced him to life

Anarchy and girl’s bodies

Epiphany for life

Nice dream

Nice dream

Marrying the Gunner’s Daughter

You know me, I go too far

Like a heifer to the slaughter

Here he comes, the Blueblack Hussar

Hussar