Apathy 83 Songtext
von Ian Hunter

I′m standing on the edge of Vesuvius
My mouth is running dry
Drunk on wine and wisdom
Giving it all away
Old enough to hate tomorrow
Young enough not to know where to run
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more
Just the music of the young

And it′s apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil
And apathy for the sun


The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn
An envy caught like envy
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand
Spitting bullets through the night
The siren wails on the ambulance
Compassion touches my head, then it bleeds
For there ain't no rock and roll no more
Just the sickly sound of greed

And it's apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil
And apathy for the creed

No more gardens for the gardenless
No more havens for the havenless

No more helpers for the helplessness
No more somethings for the less
For the law is now the lawless
And the flaw is now the flawless

And the crime is now accepted


And the criminal respected
And now evil gets elected
And now sinful gets selected
CA arrested, proven rotten
And now officially forgotten
Was it General Sheridan who once said
That the only good good man was a dead good man?
It was not me, babe
I just said keep your head and your bread
Well down under them barbwire keyboards

And you, you look like you′re gone with the wind
Running naked through the streets
Wired out, tired out, transcendental mental
Only laughing in your sleep
Nostalgia′s starting to focus too late
Imagination is starting to itch
For there ain't no rock and roll no more
Just the music of the rich

And then it′s apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil
Apathy's at fever pitch