Apathy 83

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 --- Apathy 83 - Ian Hunter