We are only young
But we style our future with a cattle gun
We are idle rich
So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
Cause when the fire light shocks like a cop shop pyre
We’ll jack the politics for premonition and fire
And we’ll move like Nureyev at night
Coast to coast
Side to side
Shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
We are only young
But we style out future in the shadow of guns
We are not idle rich
So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
Cause when the stylized kick of the filmstar whip
Cracks down on the millions, cracks the kids on the hips
We’ll be moving like Nureyev at night
Coast to coast
Side to side
Shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
Side to side
Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Coast to coast
Side to side
Blades engraved with babies' names
While pylons hide the suicide
Coast to coast
Side to side
Shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
Side to side
Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Coast to coast
Side to side
Blades engraved with babies' names
While pylons hide the suicide
Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Blades engraved with babies' names
While pylons hide the suicide