Song | Anthem For Doomed Youth |
Artist | The Indelicates |
Album | Songs For Swinging Lovers |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
You’re howling, abyss-eyed and broken | |
You’re perverted and gracefully drunk | |
But there’s nobody left in the west these days | |
Wronged enough to be a punk | |
Doomed youth, you’re so beautiful | |
You never learned to be suspicious | |
of the stones that look too precious to be true | |
Like you, Doomed Youth. | |
The spit at the edge of your mouth | |
The stain at the crotch of your jeans | |
The three-inch bruise at the crook of your arm | |
that in the right light looks like jesus | |
The smirk you can’t hide when you cry | |
The care in the knot of your tie | |
It’s really not that hard to stay alive | |
When you’re twenty-five | |
Oh, Doomed Youth | |
Doomed youth. | |
Your party and your revolution | |
Your grand designs and adorable dreams | |
Your silverless palms and your list of demands | |
For concessions the world doesn’t need | |
Doomed youth, you’re too beautiful | |
All these simplicities that you know they can’t see | |
Like you can do, doomed youth | |
And everything’s different lately | |
And it’s all exactly the same | |
We know secrets and songs and temptation | |
We know how things burn when you don’t watch the flame | |
And the colours are hazy and fading | |
The ideas given way to the names | |
We are miners no more, never torn by a war | |
Neither starving, nor struggling, nor credibly poor | |
Oh, Doomed Youth | |
Doomed youth. |
You' re howling, abysseyed and broken | |
You' re perverted and gracefully drunk | |
But there' s nobody left in the west these days | |
Wronged enough to be a punk | |
Doomed youth, you' re so beautiful | |
You never learned to be suspicious | |
of the stones that look too precious to be true | |
Like you, Doomed Youth. | |
The spit at the edge of your mouth | |
The stain at the crotch of your jeans | |
The threeinch bruise at the crook of your arm | |
that in the right light looks like jesus | |
The smirk you can' t hide when you cry | |
The care in the knot of your tie | |
It' s really not that hard to stay alive | |
When you' re twentyfive | |
Oh, Doomed Youth | |
Doomed youth. | |
Your party and your revolution | |
Your grand designs and adorable dreams | |
Your silverless palms and your list of demands | |
For concessions the world doesn' t need | |
Doomed youth, you' re too beautiful | |
All these simplicities that you know they can' t see | |
Like you can do, doomed youth | |
And everything' s different lately | |
And it' s all exactly the same | |
We know secrets and songs and temptation | |
We know how things burn when you don' t watch the flame | |
And the colours are hazy and fading | |
The ideas given way to the names | |
We are miners no more, never torn by a war | |
Neither starving, nor struggling, nor credibly poor | |
Oh, Doomed Youth | |
Doomed youth. |
You' re howling, abysseyed and broken | |
You' re perverted and gracefully drunk | |
But there' s nobody left in the west these days | |
Wronged enough to be a punk | |
Doomed youth, you' re so beautiful | |
You never learned to be suspicious | |
of the stones that look too precious to be true | |
Like you, Doomed Youth. | |
The spit at the edge of your mouth | |
The stain at the crotch of your jeans | |
The threeinch bruise at the crook of your arm | |
that in the right light looks like jesus | |
The smirk you can' t hide when you cry | |
The care in the knot of your tie | |
It' s really not that hard to stay alive | |
When you' re twentyfive | |
Oh, Doomed Youth | |
Doomed youth. | |
Your party and your revolution | |
Your grand designs and adorable dreams | |
Your silverless palms and your list of demands | |
For concessions the world doesn' t need | |
Doomed youth, you' re too beautiful | |
All these simplicities that you know they can' t see | |
Like you can do, doomed youth | |
And everything' s different lately | |
And it' s all exactly the same | |
We know secrets and songs and temptation | |
We know how things burn when you don' t watch the flame | |
And the colours are hazy and fading | |
The ideas given way to the names | |
We are miners no more, never torn by a war | |
Neither starving, nor struggling, nor credibly poor | |
Oh, Doomed Youth | |
Doomed youth. |