No Soul to Save

No wonder why I'm feeling cynical inside
 And the truth is buried in a shallow grave
 Wish I could help all of the millions of the world,
 But the truth is that there ain't no soul to save
 People say it's the sign of the times,
 Waking up, got to open my eyes
 If my generation is hopeless, then dead is the dream
 Yeah, we're born a few decades too late
 Popular culture; no musical taste
 What can I do? 'Cause I don't have a time machine
 Yeah you know what I mean
 When it all comes down,
 When it comes back around,
 When it comes it's up to you,
 Oh no
 I can hear the sound
 From the underground,
 From the hallways of my youth
 So you say that you'll still be my friend?
 When I show up in a Mercedes Benz
 Well you know that there's nothing in this life for free
 And I'll be singing the songs to the air
 Help yourselves out, my fair-weather friends
 While the music's just starving out there in the streets
 Just lost in the streets
 When it all comes down,
 When it comes back around,
 When it comes it's up to you,
 Oh no
 I can hear the sound
 From the underground,
 From the hallways of my youth
 There's just no soul to save now
 We got some soul to save now
 We got some soul to get to you
 There's just no soul to save now
 We got some soul to lay down
 We got some soul to get to you
 There's just no soul to save now
 We've got something to lay down
 We got some soul to get to you
 Well there's just no soul to save now
 We've got something to lay down
 We got some soul to get to you