We All Die Young - The Decemberists

It was late one night, I was counting out my stitches

Laying by the side of the road

I was a long time gone, slipping off my britches

Feeling like it’s time to go home

Yeah, feeling like it’s time to go home

And in this dream, Bill Tecumseh Sherman

Glowered at the foot of my bed

He was long and lean, he spoke in perfect German

And I recorded all that he said

Yeah, I recorded all that he said

And he said:

«We all die young

We all die young

We all die young

We all die young»

When I woke next day, layered in the lashings

Feeling for the hole in my head

I was thinking 'bout my dad, thinking 'bout the nashings

Of all the bitter things that he said

Yeah, all the withering things that he had said

And he said:

«We all die young

We all die young

We all die young

We all die young»

Son, he said:

«We all die young

We all die young!

We all die young

We all die young!

We all die young

We all die, we all die young!

We all die young»

When he came to pass it everything had ended

The world was just a grubby balloon

And I spoke up, said «sorry if I’ve offended»

This voice came from the back of the room

Oh, screaming from the back of the room

It said:

«We all die young

We all die young!

We all die young

We all die young!

We all die young

We all die, we all die young!

We all die young»

One more time!

«We all die young

Bill Tecumseh Sherman

We all die young!

We all die young

Sorry if I’ve offended

We all die young!

We all die young

We all die, we all die young!

We all die young»

We all die young!

We all die young!

We all die, we all die young!

We all die young!

We all die young!

We all die, we all die young!