"Apathy 83" lyrics - IAN HUNTER

[Instrumental intro]

Standing on the edge of Vesuvius
My mouth is running 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 and 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 some

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 and 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
See a president proven rotten
Now officially forgotten

Was it General Sheridan who once said that
"The only good, good man was a dead good man."
It was not me, babe
Ah, I just said keep your head and your bread
Well down under them floorboards (keyboards)

[Instrumental interlude]

And you, you look like you've 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 and roll no more
Just the music of the rich

And then it's apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil
Apathy's... at fever pitch

[Long Instrumental Outro]