There's a graveyard by the station
Where the girls wear nylon skirts and sandals from Hungary
The boys ride their Riga-1's
Upon the little hill
Such sadness and grief
The trees die standing
That's where we made our trysts
And struggled with our guns
Would you still love me if the clocks could go backwards?
The girls would fill with blood and the grass will be green again
Remember the dead
They were so great
Some of them

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya

How does the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood!

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya

Where do the boys lie?
Mud, mud, mud!
How does the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood!

But I lived a blind life
A white face in prison
But you made a life out of nothing
Now I ride my black horse
I miss you more
Than you'll ever ever knowAnd my stone heart

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya

How does the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood!

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya

Where do the boys lie?
Mud, mud, mud!
How does the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood!

I gaze in defeat
At the stars in the night
The light in my life burnt away
There will be no tomorrow
Then you sigh in your sleep
And meaning returns with the day

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya

Where do the boys lie?
Mud, mud, mud!
How does the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood!