Those, those beautiful boys
Those, those beautiful boys

Born illegitimately
To a whore, most likely
He became an orphan
Oh what a lovely orphan he was
Sent to the reformatory
Ten years old, was his first glory
Got caught stealing from a nun
Now his love story had begun

He knew he had no parents; that he was an orphan. Everyone else knew it too. He hated that. He didn't need their pity and their low expectations of him. He knew was strong and he would prove it. He picked fights in the reformatory on purpose to show case his potential to Kane scouts. He didn't go unnoticed, and was quickly put into a boot camp to become a Deluxe soldier. He rose to the top with ease; defeating all his so called 'competition'. He learned the hard way 'easy come, easy go' when he discovered the truth about Abraham Kane. He threw it all away: his title, his status, and most importantly his naivety. He would never be fooled to that degree again. Better yet he would never follow again. It was his time to lead.

Thirty years he spent wandering
A devil's child with dove wings
He went to prison
In every country he set foot in
Oh how he loved prison
How awfully lovely was prison

Those next thirty years of his life were the most anxious, beautiful, desperate, torturous, and adrenaline filled times he'd ever experienced. Against his better judgment, he'd unknowingly teamed up with his greatest enemy's daughter and three other young ambitious men. They made an amazing team, fighting for the natural rights of all people. They were good at what they did…on a small scale. Eventually they grew tired of the price they had to pay for small victories. The team's constant disputes eventually lost them their most valuable possession, their faith. They were never the same again, and it was only a matter of time until they all went their separate ways. He never stopped fighting. Team or no team he would defeat Kane, but alone he stood with no outside helping hand. He was constantly held under custody and planning escapes from the most protected prisons in the country. At one point he stopped planning escapes and finally let himself stop to evaluate his life so far.

All those beautiful boys
Pimps and queens and criminal queers
All those beautiful boys
Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears

He thought of it all. Mostly about all the villains he faced and how much he wished he could have stopped them. This usually resulted in bloody fists against the prison walls and bars. No matter how hard he had tried to fight it; he had stayed at the bottom; a hero in the shadows that only the rats could praise, and that no one else could hear or even think to look for. Slowly his bitterness consumed him, and he lost hope.

His greatest love was executed
The pure romance was undisputed
Angelic hoodlums and holy ones
Angelic hoodlums and holy ones

Years passed and he was set free; from prison at least. His thoughts still plagued him and it showed in his every movement. His first piece of news from the outside world killed the last remaining sympathizing emotion left in him. Julie, his one and only romance was killed in revolutionary riot in one of the newer cities around Detroit. It was the first time he'd cried since he'd discovered what his late mother… dedicated herself to. His Julie was gone. They had never been together as a couple. He had never allowed himself to hold each other back from what was really important. That didn't mean that he loved her any less. The pure fact that someone like her existed was enough to keep himself in check. When he learned she had passed, he wept at his old reasoning. 'Some important cause' he had to stay away from her.

All those beautiful boys
Pimps and queens and criminal queers
All those beautiful boys
Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears

At her funeral he inevitably encountered his old team members. At first he didn't want to confront them. He looked terrible, and he knew that if they spoke to him it would only give his mind more material to torment himself with. He chose to stay alone for the ceremony, silently asking Julie for forgiveness.

All those beautiful boys
Pimps and queens and criminal queers
All those beautiful boys
Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears

It wasn't until the funeral ended that the old Burners approached their former weary leader. From up close he saw the signs of time on their faces as well. Their wrinkles, although not considered attractive, told stories that filled his heart with warmth once more. Dutch and Chuck had the tired, happy faces of fatherhood and Texas had the laugh lines of a dignified street racer. He couldn't help but think of what kind of face he had now; one of a sad and bitter convict? Probably. He didn't care anymore. For a moment it was like the first time they had all met. He forgot all dark things of the past and once more let himself open up and rely on the incredible friendship he had with these beautiful boys.

All those beautiful boys
Beautiful boys...
All those beautiful boys
Beautiful boys...

Those beautiful boys...


Thanks for reading! I had sooooo much fun writing this ^_^ and I didn't think I would have. There's a first for everything hehe. If you want the song name; I'd be happy to give it to you its from one of my favorite artists. Its called beautiful boyz, by CocoRosie . I love them soo much! Tell me what you think! Corny? Not corny? :)

p.s. if there are mistakes, I'm sorry I hate proofreading more than 3 times and something always gets away :T