The End
Writers: Leo
Sayer & David
Courtney he says he doesn't care to the girl with the painted hair and staggers through the angry crowd like it isn't there feels like a wall of sound as he crashes down no one stops to look when he hits the ground we're the nouveau rich on a one way trip living out on a razor's edge just to get our kicks we're gonna take a stand till the world is in our hands and if we win or lose we don't give a damn hollow people living empty lives looking vacant in the neon lights who needs the truth when you can live a lie? can't stop now, it's too late 'cos we're running blind till the end comes like a thunder and we all fall under no one gives a damn come on now, let's meet the end he tries to make it home head like a block of stone his eyes are so closed up now his arm so full of **** there is nowhere to run he cries out but no one comes in the back of some dark alley he dies alone hollow people living empty lives hearts feel nothing in the neon lights feelings here are so cheap these days they don't mean a thing no one really cares whether we lose or if we win yeah -- we're the angry youth don't wanna be like you yeah -- we're the nouveau riche yeah -- we gotcha in our grip there's no escape for you 'cos we're running blind yeah, we're the angry youth don't wanna be like you we've got your bridges crossed we won -- you lost it's the end
The EndLRC歌词
Writers: Leo
Sayer & David
Courtney he says he doesn't care to the girl with the painted hair and staggers through the angry crowd like it isn't there feels like a wall of sound as he crashes down no one stops to look when he hits the ground we're the nouveau rich on a one way trip living out on a razor's edge just to get our kicks we're gonna take a stand till the world is in our hands and if we win or lose we don't give a damn hollow people living empty lives looking vacant in the neon lights who needs the truth when you can live a lie? can't stop now, it's too late 'cos we're running blind till the end comes like a thunder and we all fall under no one gives a damn come on now, let's meet the end he tries to make it home head like a block of stone his eyes are so closed up now his arm so full of **** there is nowhere to run he cries out but no one comes in the back of some dark alley he dies alone hollow people living empty lives hearts feel nothing in the neon lights feelings here are so cheap these days they don't mean a thing no one really cares whether we lose or if we win yeah -- we're the angry youth don't wanna be like you yeah -- we're the nouveau riche yeah -- we gotcha in our grip there's no escape for you 'cos we're running blind yeah, we're the angry youth don't wanna be like you we've got your bridges crossed we won -- you lost it's the end
