<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=75956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Apathy 83</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(ian hunter)<br>Standin on the edge of vesuvius - my mouth is runnin dry<br>Drunk on wine & wisdom - giving it all away<br>Old enough to hate tomorrow - young enough not to know where to run<br>Oh there aint no rockn roll no more - just the music of the young<br>Apathy for the devil apathy for the devil<br>Apathy for the devil ,n apathy for the son.<br>The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn -<br>And envy caught like a leaf<br>Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand -<br>Spitting bullets through the night<br>The siren wails on the ambulance - compassion touches my head n it bleeds<br>There aint no rockn roll no more just the sickly sound of greed.<br>And its apathy for the devil and its apathy for the devil<br>And its apathy for the devil n apathy for the creed<br>No more gardens for the gardenless - no more - havens for the havenless<br>No more helpers for the helplessness - no more - somethings for a less<br>For the law is now the lawless<br>n the flaw is now the flawless<br>n the crime is now accepted<br>n the criminal respected<br>n now evil gets elected<br>n now sinful get selected<br>Heed a president proven rotten now officially forgotten<br>Was it your general sheridan who once said the only good, good man is a dead good man.<br>It was not me babe<br>I just said keep your head n your bread well down under them floorboards<br>n you - you look like you gone with the wind<br>Running naked through the streets<br>Wired out - tired out - transcendental mental - only laughing in your sleep<br>Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch<br>There aint no rockn roll no more just the music of the rich<br>n its apathy for the devil n its apathy for the devil<br>n its apathy for the devil apathys at fever pitch</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Ian Hunter - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=75956" data-title="Apathy 83" data-description="(ian hunter) Standin on the edge of vesuvius - my mouth is runnin dry Drunk on wine & wisdom - giving it all away Old enough to hate tomorrow - young enough not to know where to run Oh there aint no rockn roll no more - just the music of the young..."></div> </div> </div>

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