[Instrumental Intro]
Standing on the edge of Vesuvius
My mouth is running dry
Drunk on wine and wisdom
Giving it all away
Old enough to hate tomorrow
Young enough not to know where to run
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more
Just the music of the young
And it's apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil
And apathy for some
The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn
And envy caught like a leaf
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand
Spitting bullets through the night
The siren wails on the ambulance
Compassion touches my head and it bleeds
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more
Just the sickly sound of greed
Standing on the edge of Vesuvius
My mouth is running dry
Drunk on wine and wisdom
Giving it all away
Old enough to hate tomorrow
Young enough not to know where to run
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more
Just the music of the young
And it's apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil
And apathy for some
The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn
And envy caught like a leaf
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand
Spitting bullets through the night
The siren wails on the ambulance
Compassion touches my head and it bleeds
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more
Just the sickly sound of greed
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