Текст песни Maylene & The Sons Of Disaster - Tale Of The Runaways

I remember that winter all to well
We controlled our destiny, but in a moment
Hell rained down on our parade
And ma was the last one to the grave
Planned our future never thinking anything could go wrong
But the world stop spinning today

Legends are made in shallow graves,
Raised to meet disasters embrace
Justice has it's place for ma, the boys and me
The prime example of a dying breed

Our mother never meant this place
Raised to make the papers someday,
Life here was cold, and hard
Planned our future never seeing
All the hell that was to come
I wouldn't want to be remembered any other way

Legends are made in shallow graves,
Raised to meet disasters embrace
Justice has it's place for ma, the boys and me
The prime example of a dying breed

No time for goodbyes, it happened so fast
Be assured we'll carry on

Legends are made in shallow graves,
Raised to meet disasters embrace
Justice has it's place for ma, the boys and me
The prime example of a dying breed