The Black Angels - Young men dead

^DmFire for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go ^DmHead for the hills, pick up steel on your way ^DmAnd when you find a piece of them in your sight ^DmFire at will, don't you waste no time

^DmAnother thought of the unaware ^DmAddiction in disguise ^Gm With a drop of blood You will take them ^Dmout for me

^DmFire from the hills, pick up speed and let's go ^DmFire for real, yeah, shoot to kill with no aim ^DmHead for the hills, yes, eyes on the camp fire glow ^DmCreep up there like a white mink hiding in snow

^DmAnd out of the black a figure forms ^DmA soldier in the sky ^Gm With a drop of love Trying to set you ^Dmfree

^DmRun for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go ^DmWe did our jobs, pick up speed now lets move ^DmThe trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes ^DmAnd we can't live if we're too afraid to die ^DmHold on tight, yes, hold on tight you're too slow

^DmFire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind ^DmHire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads