Munich Air Disaster 1958
STEVEN MORRISSEY, ALAIN GORDON WHYTE
We love them
We mourn for them
Unlucky boys of red
I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where mother nature makes their bed
We miss them
Every night we kiss them
Their faces fixed in our heads
I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where mother nature makes their bed
They can't hurt you
Their style will never desert you
Because they're all safely dead
I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them