(ian hunter)



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.



And it's apathy for the devil and it's apathy for the devil

And it's apathy for the devil 'n apathy for the creed



No more gardens for the gardenless - no more - havens for the havenless

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 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



'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




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