Anthem For Doomed Youth

You're howling, abyss-eyed and broken
 You're perverted and gracefully drunk
 But there's nobody left in the west these days
 Wronged enough to be a punk
 Doomed youth, you're so beautiful
 You never learned to be suspicious
 of the stones that look too precious to be true
 Like you, Doomed Youth.
 The spit at the edge of your mouth
 The stain at the crotch of your jeans
 The three-inch bruise at the crook of your arm
 that in the right light looks like jesus
 The smirk you can't hide when you cry
 The care in the knot of your tie
 It's really not that hard to stay alive
 When you're twenty-five
 Oh, Doomed Youth
 Doomed youth.
 Your party and your revolution
 Your grand designs and adorable dreams
 Your silverless palms and your list of demands
 For concessions the world doesn't need
 Doomed youth, you're too beautiful
 All these simplicities that you know they can't see
 Like you can do, doomed youth
 And everything's different lately
 And it's all exactly the same
 We know secrets and songs and temptation
 We know how things burn when you don't watch the flame
 And the colours are hazy and fading
 The ideas given way to the names
 We are miners no more, never torn by a war
 Neither starving, nor struggling, nor credibly poor
 Oh, Doomed Youth
 Doomed youth.