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    Carrie ran a murderous crew
    Dedicated through and through
    And the chance to prove
    They never squandered
    And they liked to kill so clean
    Save the innocent, kill the mean
    But from time to time,
    A bullet wandered

    Carrie kept her souvenirs
    Kept her scrapbook down the years
    Of her brave boys, how she cried to read it
    And a few fell by the way
    Or lost the stomach for the fray
    So young blood was always needed

    Carrie noticed him right away
    The way his whole body would sway
    Like a trawler boy
    Finding his legs ashore
    They said he was just nineteen
    A head case but his record was clean
    Just the kind
    They were looking for

    Carrie watched him through the crack
    As they teased him behind his back
    They called him little joe
    'cos he scraped the ceiling
    And when he was the worse for wear
    She took him up the stair
    And soon he fell
    For her brand of healing

    She said, I'll lie like a rose on your pillow
    Let me twine the laurel in your hair
    I want to smell my love on your fingers

    If you want to be mine, little joe
    You must harden your mind, little joe
    We've got to fight for what is ours
    Bring peace to the grave of my brother
    Bring peace to the grave of my father
    Dry the old eyes of my mother
    Little joe

    There's a roadblock down the way
    Thick with soldiers night and day
    They'll hear the noise
    All the way to glengarry
    If you show you've got the stuff
    That you're sworn and brave enough
    Then you'll stand tall
    In the eyes of your carrie

    And I will lie like a rose on your pillow
    And I'll twine the laurel in your hair
    I want to smell revenge on your fingers

    Guns are the tongues, little joe
    The only words we know
    The only sound that'll reach their ears
    Bring peace to the grave of my brother
    Bring peace to the grave of my father
    Dry the old eyes of my mother
    Little joe

    Now little joe would've jumped clear
    But for the awful fear
    Of scraping his knees there on the gravel
    The car was a rolling bomb
    Blew all to kingdom come
    They marvelled how far
    His boots had travelled

    Another hero snatched from my pillow
    I used to twine the laurel in his hair
    I want to smell sacrifice on my fingers

    Guns are the tongues, little joe
    The only words we know
    The only sound that'll reach their ears
    Bring peace to the grave of my brother
    Bring peace to the grave of my father
    Dry the old eyes of my mother
    Little joe

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