Too Young To Die - The Living End

Young men standing on the beaches

Barely 19 summers old

Young man your country needs you

Young man do what you’re told

Walking on a fine line

Watching every step

Read it in the headlines

Lest we forget

Too young to die

Too young to die

Too young to die

Young man dreams of going home

Back to the southern land

Watch the girls underneath the boardwalk

Fish n chips down on the sand

Woken by a bright light

Hotter than the sun

In my dreams they’re waving

White flags instead of guns

Too young to die

Too young to die

10,000 miles away

Where heaven and hell collide

And who decides

The whites of their eyes

Too young to die

Old man sits on a park bench

His memories dissolved

But he can still see the faces

Of all the young men

Who didn’t grow old