"Youth Wasted."

Skeletons and cross-bones
I see the good times that
we had, all done and gone
And now children that refuse
to grow-up are who rules
the world
And now the Anarchy that
rules our hearts is the Art
that you see, imitated in
our lives

And all that we can tell
our kids is

That

All Hope is gone
And our Youth we've Wasted
We Danced with the Devil to
a different drum-beat
And the Good Life we've
Tasted

So we'll

Give a big, "Fuck You," to
the days gone by
As the Light in our eyes
begins to Fade
And we see the new generation-X
The generation next in line to
take our place
And the only conventional Wisdom
that we have to give them
Yea
To pass-on

Is that

All Hope is gone
And our Youth we've Wasted
We Danced with the Devil to a
different drum-beat
And the Good Life, we've all
Tasted

We have a Penchant for the fine
Art of Dying
And this we have very well
Refined