We are only young

But we style our future with a cattle gun

And we aren't idle rich

So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch



Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre

We'll sack the politics for premonition and fire

And we'll move like nureyev that night



Coast to coast side to side

Shines the lies of fine enlightened minds

Coast to coast



We are only young

But we style our future in the shadow of guns

And we are not idle rich

So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch



Cause when the stylised kick of the filmstar whip

Cracks down on the millions,

Cracks the kids on their hips

Then we'll move like nuryev that night



'cause coast to coast, side to side

Shines the lies of fine enlightened minds

Coast to coast, side to side



Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds

Coast to coast, side to side

Blades engraved with babies' names

While pylons hide the suicide

Coast to coast, side to side

Shines the light of fine enlightened minds



Coast to coast, side to side

Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds

Coast to coast, side to side

Blades engraved with babies' names

While pylons hide the suicides