It's Always the Young

Richie Ramsay

It's Always the young
Who die
Young
Slave to old men's ideas
Of right and wrong
Old men make their decisions
And then the young die
Young
It's Always the young
Who die
Young

The best and the brightest
In the full colours of their bloom
The young are invincible
As they march to their doom
Defending lost causes
That make no sense at all
The young in their ignorance
Have answered your call

It's Always the young
Who die
Young
Slave to old men's ideas
Of right and wrong
Old men make their decisions
And then the young die
Young
It's Always the young
Who die
Young

They haven't yet lived
Yet they expect to die
What do we tell their mothers
When they cry
You'll say they fought like true soldiers
She'll say they died as young men
On the Battlefield
Enemies die just like friends

It's Always the young
Who die
Young
Slave to old men's ideas
Of right and wrong
Old men make their decisions
And then the young die
Young
It's Always the young
Who die
Young

It seems we never learn
From mistakes passed and gone
We shield our daughters
we sacrifice our sons
They pay for the mistakes
Of stupid old men
Who fight their wars
With words and pens

It's Always the young
Who die
Young
Slave to old men's ideas
Of right and wrong
Old men make their decisions
And then the young die
Young
It's Always the young
Who die
Young