Michael´s bones
Lay where he fell
Face down on a sports ground
Oh ...
He was just somebody´s luckless son
Oh, but now look what he´s done
Oh, look what he´s done
Your gentle hands are frozen
And your unkissed lips are blue
Your thinning clothes are hopeless
And no one was mad about you
Michael´s bones
Were very young
But they were never to know
Oh ...
Impetuous fun
Mr. policeman
I don´t know where you get such notions from
His gentle hands are frozen
And his unkissed lips are blue
But his eyes still cry
And now you´ve turned the last bend
And see - are we all judged the same at the end?
Tell me, tell me
Oh, you lucky thing
You are too brave
And i´m ashamed of myself
As usual
Oh ...
