Who Needs The Young

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 (Hey)
 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 they have won
 The sado-masochistic things we've never done
 Disgusting
 And all the places that we 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!
 My legs just aren't what they were
 My legs just aren't what they were
 My legs just aren't what they were
 Is there anyone left who can dance?
 Cripple him!
 My voice just isn't what it was
 My voice just isn't what it was
 My voice just isn't what it was
 Is there anyone left who can sing?
 Silence him!
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 My sex just isn't what is was
 My sex just isn't what is was
 My sex just isn't what is was
 Is there anyone left who can screw?
 Fuck him! (Whoo)
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 Who needs the young?
 The perfect star of flesh that's free from question why
 Who needs the whispered moaning passed from thigh to thigh?
 Who needs to see them do the things we'll never try
 Who needs the young when we're spending all the rest of our miserable lives learning to die
 To die