Texty: Black Sabbath. Dio Years. Young.

(DIE YOUNG)
go to the wind, though the wind won't help you fly at all,
your back's to the wall

then chase the sun, n it tears away and breaks you as you run,you run, you run

behind the smile, there's danger n a promise to be told, you never get old
life's fantasy, to be locked away n still you think you're free,you're free, we're free

so live for today tomorrow never comes

die young die young
can't you see the writting in the air
die young gonna die young
someone stopped the faith


go to the wind, though the wind won't help you fly at all
then chase the sun, n it tears away n it breaks you as you run you run you run

live for today tomorrow never comes

die young
young
die young
young die you die young
young
die young die young die young die young