Apathy 83 Lyrics - Singles - Ian 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 

'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 

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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 

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 

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'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