An anthem for a lost generation |
You stood up tall, Said what you had to say So now you will apologize Until your dying day With bright sounds You urged me To join the acid orgy And I will be paying Until my dying day You were the boom We were the gloom But it all is about you By now that’s nothing new It isn’t what you say But what you always do So bring out the leeches With their cold, hard lives And arm all the beaches With hair-splitting knives Because I will never need I will never bleed Another you I met with all your sycophants With their purple pills And their potted plants Who never once gave me A second glance With their eyes on the mirror ball They couldn’t hear The forest fall So bring out the leeches With their cold, hard lives And arm all the beaches With hair-splitting knives Because I will never need I will never bleed Another you We have no magic powers We can't save the word By passing out flowers This isn't your revolution This one is all ours So bring on the leeches With their cold, hard lives And arm all the beaches With hair-splitting knives Because I will never need I will never bleed Another you |