Standin' on the edge of Vesuvius - my mouth is runnin' dry
Drunk on wine & wisdom - giving it all away
Old enough to hate tomorrow - young enough not to know where to run
Oh there ain't no rock'n roll no more - just the music of the young
Apathy for the devil Apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil ,N Apathy for the son.
The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn -
and envy caught like a leaf
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand -
spitting bullets through the night
The siren wails on the ambulance - compassion touches my head 'n it bleeds
There ain't no rock'n roll no more just the sickly sound of greed.
Was it your General Sheridan who once said "The only good, good man is a dead good man."
It was not me babe
I just said keep your head 'n your bread well down under them floorboards
'N you - you look like you gone with the wind
Running naked through the streets
Wired out - tired out - transcendental mental - only laughing in your sleep
Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch
There ain't no rock'n roll no more just the music of the rich
'N it's Apathy for the Devil 'N it's Apathy for the Devil
'N it's Apathy for the Devil Apathy's at fever pitch
Drunk on wine & wisdom - giving it all away
Old enough to hate tomorrow - young enough not to know where to run
Oh there ain't no rock'n roll no more - just the music of the young
Apathy for the devil Apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil ,N Apathy for the son.
The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn -
and envy caught like a leaf
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand -
spitting bullets through the night
The siren wails on the ambulance - compassion touches my head 'n it bleeds
There ain't no rock'n roll no more just the sickly sound of greed.
Was it your General Sheridan who once said "The only good, good man is a dead good man."
It was not me babe
I just said keep your head 'n your bread well down under them floorboards
'N you - you look like you gone with the wind
Running naked through the streets
Wired out - tired out - transcendental mental - only laughing in your sleep
Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch
There ain't no rock'n roll no more just the music of the rich
'N it's Apathy for the Devil 'N it's Apathy for the Devil
'N it's Apathy for the Devil Apathy's at fever pitch
Fare thee well gentle maid I ll see you on your way And the sun will rise tomorrow And wash my sins ...
Casino Steel Ian Hunter Dangerfield You were just a twinkle in your teenage mother s eyes I was squeezing ...
You might be a celebrity everybody sits up and begs You might be the sexiest thing since God invented legs You might...
Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme After all you re still quite small you don t know where you ve been You was...
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Hunter McNasty Life takes a little piece of you away Most everyday of your life Oh learn to get wise y...
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Girl things ain t been goin too good for me Girl I m living in the middle of a mystery You...
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