Apathy 83 Lyrics

I'm standin' on the edge of Vesuvius

My mouth is runnin' dry

Drunk on wine and 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

And it's 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

And it's apathy for the devil

Apathy for the devil

Apathy for the devil

'N' apathy for the creed

No more gardens for the gardenless

No more havens for the havenless
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No more helpers for the helplessness

No more somethings for a less

For the law is now the lawless

'N' the flaw is now the flawless

'N' the crime is now accepted

'N' the criminal respected

'N' now evil gets elected

'N' now sinful get selected

Heed a president proven rotten

And now officially forgotten

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

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

Apathy for the devil

Apathy for the devil

Apathy's at fever pitch