Armoured Cars - Solid Gold

Some die like a cigarette

Some die like armoured cars

Some die of love

But you’ll have to bury me alone

Some die on the getting out

Some die on the get back in Some die of love

But you’ll have to bury me alone

Now the king is dead

Long live the king, we’ll peel him off the throne

When your live life

With the sun in your eyes

The sun rise

And you can’t find love

And you treat it like a hole

A hole that never filled up Some live like they’re being told

Some live like they know they should

Some live a lie

But they get out while the dying’s good

Some live with their shields up Burning in armoured cars

Some die of love

But you’ll have to bury me alone

The king is dead

Long live the king, we’ll peel him off the throne

When your live life

With the sun in your eyes

The sun rise

And you can’t find love

And you treat it like a hole

A hole that never filled up