Who Needs the Young Meat Loaf

Who needs the young?
The revelation of their faces and their hair
When all we have are withered traces of the faces we once were
And suffocation in the dirty, fatal air
Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun?

Who needs the young?
The celebration of the races that they've have won
The sadomasochistic things they've never done
Disgusting
And all the places that they never will have gone
Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun?
Who needs the young?

My eyes just aren't what they were
My eyes just aren't what they were
My eyes just aren't what they were
Is there anyone left who can see? Blind him!

My lips just aren't what they were
My lips just aren't what they were
My lips just aren't what they were
Is there anyone left who can kiss? Spit on him!

My mind just isn't what it was
My mind just isn't what it was
My mind just isn't what it was
Is there anyone left who can dream? Wake him!