You’re howling, abyss-eyed and broken You’re perverted, ungracefully drunk But there’s nobody left in the West these days Wronged enough to be a punk Doomed youth, you’re so beautiful You never learn to be suspicious of the stones That look too precious to be true Like you, doomed youth
The spit at the edge of your mouth The stain at the crotch of your jeans The three inch bruise at the crook of your arm That in the right light looks like Jesus The smirk you can’t hide when you cry The care in the knot of your tie It’s really not that hard to stay alive When you’re 25,doomed youth Ah, doomed youth (x3)
Your party and your revolution Your grand designs and adorable dreams Your silverless palms and your list of demands For concessions the world doesn’t need Ah doomed youth, you’re too beautiful All your simplicities that you know they can’t see Like you can do, doomed youth
And everything’s different lately And it’s all exactly the same We know secrets and songs and temptation We know how things burn when you don’t watch the flame And the colours are hazy and faded The ideas given way to the names We are miners no more, never torn by war Neither starving nor struggling nor credibly poor Ah doomed youth (x3) You’re howling, abyss-eyed and broken You’re perverted, ungracefully drunk But there’s nobody left in the West these days Wronged enough to be a punk Doomed youth, you’re so beautiful You never learn to be suspicious of the stones That look too precious to be true Like you, doomed youth
The spit at the edge of your mouth The stain at the crotch of your jeans The three inch bruise at the crook of your arm That in the right light looks like Jesus The smirk you can’t hide when you cry The care in the knot of your tie It’s really not that hard to stay alive When you’re 25,doomed youth Ah, doomed youth (x3)
Your party and your revolution Your grand designs and adorable dreams Your silverless palms and your list of demands For concessions the world doesn’t need Ah doomed youth, you’re too beautiful All your simplicities that you know they can’t see Like you can do, doomed youth
And everything’s different lately And it’s all exactly the same We know secrets and songs and temptation We know how things burn when you don’t watch the flame And the colours are hazy and faded The ideas given way to the names We are miners no more, never torn by war Neither starving nor struggling nor credibly poor Ah doomed youth (x3)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
