Re-mastered 2026 by Brian Deignan
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boys of eight all innocence and youth
Fantasyland's a million miles from the truth
seemed we do anything, anything for fun
cops and robbers, make believe bullets and plastic guns
tra la la we sang....
fifteen years old children of the streets
walking a fine line where fun and crime meet
I saw Billy graduate to stealing cars
spending money chasing women
hanging out in bars
tra la la he sang.....running with the gang
seems like he stayed 16 when I turned 21
bigger money faster women, faster cars
and a shootout at a liquor store late one night
black and whites flashing lights
they read him his rights
"didn't do it" he sang
"I was just ...running with the gang"
said he wasn't 'sposed to be there went it all went down
got talked into it by two outta town clowns
but in the street a body lay
his lawyer told the press he had nothing to say
convicted
of murder in the commission of a felony
his mother's sobs a heartbreaking melody
and now when I see kids playing
I think of him then
and remember a time...a time when
Tra la la we sang
tra la la we sang
tra la la we sang....running with the gang
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