Ian Hunter - Apathy 83

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[Verse 1]
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  I'm standing on the edge of Vesuvius, my mouth is running dry
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  Drunk on wine and wisdom, giving it all away
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  Old enough to hate tomorrow, young enough not to know where to run
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Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the music of the young

[Chorus]
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And it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
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  Apathy for the devil, and apathy for some

[Verse 2]
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  The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn, and envy caught like a leaf
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  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 and it bleeds
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Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the sickly sound of greed

[Chorus]
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And it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
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  Apathy for the devil, and apathy for the creed

[Bridge]
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  No more gardens for the gardenless. No  more havens for the havenless
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  No more helpers for the helplessness. No  more somethings for a less
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For the law is now the lawless, and the flaw is now the flawless
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And the crime is now accepted, and the criminal respected
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And now evil gets elected, and now sinful get selected
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See a president proven rotten, now officially forgotten
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Was it your General Sheridan who once said "The only good, good man is a dead good man." It was not me babe
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I just said keep your head `n your bread well down under them floorboards, keyboards

[Interlude] 
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[Verse 3]
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  And you, you look like you've gone with the wind, running naked through the streets
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  Wired out, tired out, transcendental mental, only laughing in your sleep
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  Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch
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Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the music of the rich

[Chorus]
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And then it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
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  Apathy for the devil. Apathy's at fever pitch

[Outro]
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