Suede – Young Men

Tony only reads Asian Babes

Danny’s doing doves down the raves

Terry drinks his money away

Oh god, and his sons play drums all day

On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men

You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons, are the young men

Young men, here we, here we go again

Les says punk isn’t dead

Mick is not impeccably bred

Paul he just can’t get out of bed

Oh god, and Phil’s still off his head

On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men

You are the ones, are the system, are the sons, are the young men

Young men, here we, here we go again

On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men

You are the ones, are the scene, are the young men

Cheating on the wives, all shiny suits and lazy lies, the young men

Insulting everyone, picked up your sister, kicked your son, the young men

Fighting in the clubs, flash on the streets, cash in the pubs, the young men

Boozing on the train, p-45’s and cheap champagne – the young men