Dead Dreamers in a washed up band
They never had much fun
They never had the time
Dead thinkers in the motherland
You said the choice was yours
But all your thoughts were damned
Dead preachers in a foreign town
You should have tried to eat
Before they melt you down
So soon
So soon
So soon
So soon
Dead lovers in religious clans
They never asked a thing
About the bogeyman
Dead doctors need their daily bread
They got the drugs you need
They got that business head
Dead Wizards and their wisdoms done
They know we lost the fight
Before the war was won
Dead dreamers in a washed up band
They never had much fun
They never had the time
So soon
So soon
So soon
So soon
No mother or lover
No mother or lover
No mother or lover
No mother or lover
So soon
So soon
So soon
So soon
No mother or lover
No mother or lover
No mother or lover
No mother or lover
