Writers: leo sayer & david courtney



He says he doesn't care

To the girl with the painted hair

And staggers through the angry crowd

Like it isn't there

Feels like a wall of sound

As he crashes down

No one stops to look when he hits the ground



We're the nouveau rich

On a one way trip

Living out on a razor's edge

Just to get our kicks

We're gonna take a stand

Till the world is in our hands

And if we win or lose

We don't give a damn



Hollow people living empty lives

Looking vacant in the neon lights

Who needs the truth

When you can live a lie?

Can't stop now, it's too late

'cos we're running blind

Till the end comes like a thunder

And we all fall under

No one gives a damn

Come on now, let's meet the end



He tries to make it home

Head like a block of stone

His eyes are so closed up now

His arm so full of dope

There is nowhere to run

He cries out but no one comes

In the back of some dark alley

He dies alone



Hollow people living empty lives

Hearts feel nothing in the neon lights

Feelings here are so cheap these days

They don't mean a thing

No one really cares

Whether we lose or if we win

Yeah -- we're the angry youth

Don't wanna be like you

Yeah -- we're the nouveau riche

Yeah -- we gotcha in our grip

There's no escape for you

'cos we're running blind



Yeah, we're the angry youth

Don't wanna be like you

We've got your bridges crossed

We won -- you lost

It's the end


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