Anthem For Doomed Youth

	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.