Anthem For Doomed Youth

Let’s hear three cheers for the decade of disinfectant! Clean out your insides with cheap vodka! Blow your brains out with Nirvana! Your breath reeking of teen spirits, Does weed count as a vegetable? You’re getting your five a day, Candyman on the corner Selling sweets for afters, Don’t forget the medicine cabinet buffet, Your mother’s migraine pills, And faded Ritalin packets, From the good old days, We are the children, Of the Children of the Revolution, The Harbingers of Revulsion, And the Standard Bearers of Revolvers, Desperate for you to know how much we don’t care, Something’s wearing secret holes inside us, Nuclear fallout? The brainfry radiation from our phones? A big ass moth chewing at our soul fabric, Fill them up with whatever’s close to hand, Smoke and smut and other people’s bodies, There’s a virus swimming in our systems, Pump it full of alcohol, Drink it, drown it, bleed it out, A stolen bottle of Jacks and a bargain basement penknife, That oughta do the trick, Living for the weekend, Cheap thrills and easy kicks, How’s that for a creed to live and die by, We are the future, Headmasters and Principles of the world join forces, And spread the good word, Patrons of pontification, They preach to us about keeping America united, And Britain great, Well hold ‘em high! Put your hands in the air like ya just don’t care! We’ll return the favour and pump the lot of them full of pills Of the plumbum variety, That’ll edu-ma-cate ‘em. That’ll learn ‘em good and proper! We don’t like Mondays.