When nine o'clock strikes
How's it gonna feel?
When you're out on your own
And you can't stop to kill
Would you huddle together?
Or let frustration take a hold?
Sit there smoking your cigars
It's not your son, lost forever
"Let him have it!" they heard him cry
A dozen judges let him die
Saw a film today, oh boy, indeed
And they said that there's blood on all of your hands
Tattered clothes and class count against you
And you tell your children, you're proud of this land
"Let him have it!" they heard him cry
A dozen judges let him die
When nine o'clock strikes, let him have it
When nine o'clock strikes, let him have it
When nine o'clock strikes, let him have it
Hey hey, yeah
19 going on 11
Take this hand, to leave this fashion
Invisible change, show no compassion
Hey hey, yeah
19 going on 11
Man on the street said show me some fun
With your head pointed at the gun
He wants you to groove
You think you can't lose
He says "Well you're not dancing well enough for me boy
I think you should show me some love"
You don't know when you've been done
Let's burn this house before the hours done
Wolf Club Lunar Society - 9 O'clock Lyrics
Wolf Club Lunar Society - 9 O'clock Lyrics
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English
When nine o'clock strikes
How's it gonna feel?
When you're out on your own
And you can't stop to kill
Would you huddle together?
Or let frustration take a hold?
Sit there smoking your cigars
It's not your son, lost forever
"Let him have it!" they heard him cry
A dozen judges let him die
Saw a film today, oh boy, indeed
And they said that there's blood on all of your hands
Tattered clothes and class count against you
And you tell your children, you're proud of this land
"Let him have it!" they heard him cry
A dozen judges let him die
When nine o'clock strikes, let him have it
When nine o'clock strikes, let him have it
When nine o'clock strikes, let him have it
Hey hey, yeah
19 going on 11
Take this hand, to leave this fashion
Invisible change, show no compassion
Hey hey, yeah
19 going on 11
Man on the street said show me some fun
With your head pointed at the gun
He wants you to groove
You think you can't lose
He says "Well you're not dancing well enough for me boy
I think you should show me some love"
You don't know when you've been done
Let's burn this house before the hours done
How's it gonna feel?
When you're out on your own
And you can't stop to kill
Would you huddle together?
Or let frustration take a hold?
Sit there smoking your cigars
It's not your son, lost forever
"Let him have it!" they heard him cry
A dozen judges let him die
Saw a film today, oh boy, indeed
And they said that there's blood on all of your hands
Tattered clothes and class count against you
And you tell your children, you're proud of this land
"Let him have it!" they heard him cry
A dozen judges let him die
When nine o'clock strikes, let him have it
When nine o'clock strikes, let him have it
When nine o'clock strikes, let him have it
Hey hey, yeah
19 going on 11
Take this hand, to leave this fashion
Invisible change, show no compassion
Hey hey, yeah
19 going on 11
Man on the street said show me some fun
With your head pointed at the gun
He wants you to groove
You think you can't lose
He says "Well you're not dancing well enough for me boy
I think you should show me some love"
You don't know when you've been done
Let's burn this house before the hours done
Writer: Antony Flynn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid