Last Of An Ancient Breed - Desmond Child

There is such little glory in a poor man’s life

He works for his money and it takes a while

But a poor man’s son could be a hero in the night

With a fist full of anger and the will to fight

Seize this moment in your hand

Take it and run

There’s a trigger in your mind

And you’re runnin' like a gun

Warriors

Make like a banshee*

All this time, we’ll ride the devil’s seat**

Gonna stand our ground

On this part of town

Like the last of an ancient breed

Like the last of an ancient breed

Teen angels meet at the lamp post light

In an alley by the river in the dead of night

Shed their blood and swore their vows to keep

While the center sons were in the throws of sleep

We’ll seize this moment in our hands

Take it and run

There’s a trigger in your mind

And you’re runnin' like a gun

Warriors

Make like a banshee*

All this time, we’ll ride the devil’s seat**

Gonna stand our ground

On this part of town

Like the last of an ancient breed

Like the last of an ancient breed

Seize this moment in your hand

Take it and run

There’s a trigger in your mind

And you’re runnin' like a gun

Warriors

Make like a banshee**

All this time, we’ll ride the devil’s seat**

Gonna stand our ground

On this part of town

Like the last of an ancient breed

Like the last of an ancient breed

Like the last of an ancient breed

Warriors

Make like a banshee*

All this time, we’ll ride the devil’s seat**

Gonna stand our ground

On this part of town

Like the last of an ancient breed

Like the last of an ancient breed

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