In this age of existential angst, we're all free enough to learn,
your freedom may be falsified by the paycheck that you earn.
The people always remindin' me that you only live the once,
But the irony is to feel alive most must take life's risks in stunts.
Well I'm up to make the most of it, to make the most of mind.
But I keep on meetin' broken minds who are only 29.
In a world where God has taken off and the wars have been and gone,
a person's left with just themselves and their own specific song.
And if this world which sits alone in the s***e of it's own tune,
would just sing a song that painted well
this master of the moon.
It'd be the hound dog whistle of a falling nuclear bomb,
and the sighing cries of the revolutionaries who have
waited far too long.
And even worse the howling c*** of the Justin Beiber blues,
and if it's the case that you like that stuff then
no offence to you.
But if you just wade through the noise,
each generation holds a gem.
A buildin' block that you may miss,
but are sure to see again.
You can fight the fire but you can't deny
the reality you're in.
But it gets you wondering.
I woke up quite fatigued one morn with cancer of the throat,
but that's what I get I suppose for being a smokin' hipster dope.
I went to the job anyway otherwise I'd just be screwed,
you don't ask for life but you pay for life,
but life does not owe you.
It works out the same way anyway,
whether life is short or long.
You get to work and you fight old age,
and your colleagues play along.
On a good day you might have a chat and get caught up in a debate.
Like why's that there and why's that not,
and how much can humans take?
And every time there's always one who says the world is wrong.
Well if that's the case take a look around,
and grasp that we are young.
For every One Direction song there's a gracious risin' Son,
and every act of pointless hate there's a million loving mums.
And every year we peacefully cheer to watch some strangers run,
and if I cause offence by sayin' so then I did not mean you none.
But if you just wade through the noise,
each generation holds a gem.
A buildin' block that you may miss,
but are sure to see again.
You can fight the fire but you can't deny
the reality you're in.
But it gets you wondering.
If you put life in a cider glass,
and drank the whole thing down,
you might just end up drunk enough to get another round.
And what that means is basically,
with pleasure comes the pain.
And personally once I am done,
I'll have the same again.
Because if you just wade through the noise,
each generation holds a gem.
A buildin' block that you may miss,
but are sure to see again.
You can fight the fire but you can't deny
the reality you're in.
But it gets you wondering.
It gets you wondering.
your freedom may be falsified by the paycheck that you earn.
The people always remindin' me that you only live the once,
But the irony is to feel alive most must take life's risks in stunts.
Well I'm up to make the most of it, to make the most of mind.
But I keep on meetin' broken minds who are only 29.
In a world where God has taken off and the wars have been and gone,
a person's left with just themselves and their own specific song.
And if this world which sits alone in the s***e of it's own tune,
would just sing a song that painted well
this master of the moon.
It'd be the hound dog whistle of a falling nuclear bomb,
and the sighing cries of the revolutionaries who have
waited far too long.
And even worse the howling c*** of the Justin Beiber blues,
and if it's the case that you like that stuff then
no offence to you.
But if you just wade through the noise,
each generation holds a gem.
A buildin' block that you may miss,
but are sure to see again.
You can fight the fire but you can't deny
the reality you're in.
But it gets you wondering.
I woke up quite fatigued one morn with cancer of the throat,
but that's what I get I suppose for being a smokin' hipster dope.
I went to the job anyway otherwise I'd just be screwed,
you don't ask for life but you pay for life,
but life does not owe you.
It works out the same way anyway,
whether life is short or long.
You get to work and you fight old age,
and your colleagues play along.
On a good day you might have a chat and get caught up in a debate.
Like why's that there and why's that not,
and how much can humans take?
And every time there's always one who says the world is wrong.
Well if that's the case take a look around,
and grasp that we are young.
For every One Direction song there's a gracious risin' Son,
and every act of pointless hate there's a million loving mums.
And every year we peacefully cheer to watch some strangers run,
and if I cause offence by sayin' so then I did not mean you none.
But if you just wade through the noise,
each generation holds a gem.
A buildin' block that you may miss,
but are sure to see again.
You can fight the fire but you can't deny
the reality you're in.
But it gets you wondering.
If you put life in a cider glass,
and drank the whole thing down,
you might just end up drunk enough to get another round.
And what that means is basically,
with pleasure comes the pain.
And personally once I am done,
I'll have the same again.
Because if you just wade through the noise,
each generation holds a gem.
A buildin' block that you may miss,
but are sure to see again.
You can fight the fire but you can't deny
the reality you're in.
But it gets you wondering.
It gets you wondering.