@migu music@

the rifles-the general

when he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane

and leave you lying with a hunger for some novocaine

hit the switch on the lights in a heartbeat

just like your worst nightmare with a mean streak

but all the talent and the money's only gonna breed

every king every queen you're ever gonna need

and they'll be nothing of the man and the legacy

by the time that they get through

every time you close your eyes you see your memory

'boy you dream a lot'

cause you're really not that man you used to be

when he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane

but now he stands out like a puddle in the pouring rain

trying hard to chase an ever fading memory

before the days of grace are never gonna be

so gather round and buy a ticket for the funeral

bring your camera and flowers for the general

sit around and reminise about the glory days

end