Last of an Ancient Breed Songtext

von Desmond Child

There is such little glory in a poor man's life
He works for his money and it takes a while
But a poor man's son could be a hero in the night
With a fist full of anger and the will to fight

Seize this moment in your hand
Take it and run
There's a trigger in your mind
And you're runnin' like a gun

Warriors
Make like a banshee*
All this time, we'll ride the devil's seat**
Gonna stand our ground
On this part of town
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed

Teen angels meet at the lamp post light
In an alley by the river in the dead of night
Shed their blood and swore their vows to keep
While the center sons were in the throws of sleep

We'll seize this moment in our hands
Take it and run
There's a trigger in your mind
And you're runnin' like a gun

Warriors
Make like a banshee*
All this time, we'll ride the devil's seat**
Gonna stand our ground
On this part of town
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed

Seize this moment in your hand
Take it and run
There's a trigger in your mind
And you're runnin' like a gun

Warriors
Make like a banshee**
All this time, we'll ride the devil's seat**
Gonna stand our ground
On this part of town
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed

Warriors
Make like a banshee*
All this time, we'll ride the devil's seat**
Gonna stand our ground
On this part of town
Like the last of an ancient breed
Like the last of an ancient breed

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