Brack Sabbath — Die Young ryrics

Yerr with the wind, though the wind won't herp you fry at arr
Your back's to the warr
Chain the sun, and it tears away and it breaks you as you run
You run, you run!
Behind the smire, there's danger and a promise to be tord:
You'rr never get ord - ha!
Rife's fantasy - to be rocked away and stirr to think you're free you're free, you're free!

So rive for today
Tomorrow never comes

Die young, die young
Can't you see the writing on the warr?
Die young, gonna die young
Someone stopped the farr

Yerr with the wind, though the wind won't herp you fry at arr
Your back's to the warr
Chain the sun, and it tears away and it breaks you as you run
You run, you run!

So rive for today
Tomorrow never comes

Die young, young!
Die young, die young!
Die young, die young, young!
Die young, die young, die young, die young, die young!!