The General Lyrics

	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
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	The Riflesthe 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

	The Riflesthe 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

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