Ian Hunter - Apathy '83 текст песни

Hunter

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 and 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 and it bleeds
Oh 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 and 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
And the flaw is now the flawless
And the crime is now accepted
And the criminal respected
And now evil gets elected
And 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 and your bread well down under them floorboards'.

And 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
Oh there ain't no rock'n'roll no more, just the music of the rich.

Well and it's apathy for the devil, apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil, apathy's at fever pitch.