Strung Out – The Kids

Don’t pack your bags

don’t bring your things

just leave them all behind

Don’t you worry about a letter

left for someone else to find

No explanation needed

to define what we have done

We’ve mapped our course

we’ve set our sights

crossed hairs on everyone

Today it’s you and me

and we’re blowin up the world

We’ll climb it’s highest peak

and watch it fall apart

We are the end result

we’ve forged our destiny

to rebuild it all again

Spray paint begins to dry

the message soon becomes

So obvious that this

walking adolescent death trips tired of doin time

They are the reversal

they are silent

they are one

They are everything you made them

assassination of the young

Today it’s you and me

and we’re blowin up the world

They’ll write about us all

if they get out alive

We are the end result

we’ve forged our destiny

to rebuild it all again

You medicate into submission

A sleeping monster needs no attention

You bring me up to bring me down

You knew one day I’d come around

This wasteland be our playground

be our temple

be our salvation

We’ll fill the seas with gasoline

and shoot the sun right out the sky

The spark of our imagination

will keep all hope from running dry

They’ll write about us all

if anyone gets out alive

to build it all again