Young Lions - EP

by Young Lions

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Our debut EP.

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released 27 May 2011
Recorded by Scott Brown
greatnorthrecording.com

Mixed by Kory Kruckenberg
vurecording.blogspot.com

Mastered by Carl Saff
www.saffmastering.com

Artwork by Chris Woodhead
thesawyercabinetco.tumblr.com

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Track Name: Huckleberry
If you have to kill, then you have to kill.
But you kill for a cause. Kill once you’ve tasted loss.
And you’ll show them that you’re worth it

that your life is far from perfect but you try.
If you have to kill, then you have to kill.

There’s one way out, to the wall—you fight and shout.
And you’ll show them that you’re worth it

that your life is far from perfect but you try.

Oh dear God, what have I done?
I killed that man with the aim of my gun.
The tears of his bride and her instinct to run.
I made a bastard of his son, gave him fuel to come undone.

There’s a look in your eye when you know you’re going to die.
Even the hardest men will wipe tears from their eyes.
But joy comes in the morning.
When redemption clouds come forming in the sky.
With a face of fire, both feet deep within the mire.
Your choice is gone, left you standing all alone.
But joy comes in the morning.
When redemption clouds come forming in the sky.
Track Name: Hired Guns
Giving up never felt so good to me.
You’ve got ideas on how the weight of the world should feel.
I cast a stone, watched it fall just short of your feet.
You choked up blood eating fruit from the knowledge tree.

I’m the one who wants it and you’re the one who gives it away.
But in the land of the living, the dead are always willing to pay.

Those hired guns left the story still untold.
I pierced your chest, shot my eyes straight through to your soul.
Those words you said brought the strength of the battle home.
That evening meal brought more than we wanted to know.

While Mama’s storing whiskey, Daddy’s hiding guns in the well.
In the land of the living, the dead are here to drag you to hell.

You give it all you got then you give it away.
A pocket full of words, but there’s nothing to say.
And now the sun’s coming up but still there’s nothing at all
Am I the only one that feels like something is wrong?