Be Young

We were born astride the grave It was too late yesterday We tried to do our ministry Got kicked right off the stage To rise up in the face Of the whole human disgrace All the souls in all their soil Boiling up in oil Is anybody out there Does anybody care It's to hell in a handcart We'll meet you there Stand up or shut up Rise up or give up Get up, stand up Are you coming out tonight? Oh, be young, fall in love Oh, be young, fall in love This lyrical tautology Freedom and democracy Enslavement and autocracy The planet still will rot, you see Music and mythology Fire gods, astrology Autoeroticology Are you coming out tonight? Oh, be young, fall in love Oh, be young, fall in love Wandering away There's no wandering away (Sha-la, la, sha-la, la, sha-la, la, sha-la, la) From total and utter annihilation (Sha-la, la, sha-la-ah) You're wondering away When you're one degree away (Sha-la, la, sha-la, la, sha-la, la, sha-la, la) From total and utter fucking annihilation (Sha-la, la, sha-la-ah) Oh, be young, fall in love Oh, be young, fall in love