When worlds collide, the best of us
|
Won't be here with the rest of us
|
They'll drop before the paint has dried
|
When worlds collide, when worlds collide
|
|
The young today, I must confess
|
Have lost the path of righteousness
|
By settling for something less
|
The smarty pants, they fail to see
|
The posture of morality
|
Is just like common currency
|
That's the way it works for me
|
|
So I dress like a blushing bride
|
Because my every move is sanctified
|
By claiming God is on my side
|
When worlds collide, when worlds collide
|
|
When worlds collide, the virtuous
|
Will have to take the shuttle bus
|
But we in limousines shall ride
|
When worlds collide, when worlds collide
|
|
These kids today, they have no pluck
|
Don't know the value of a buck
|
They think all politicians suck
|
But managing economies
|
Is one of my best qualities
|
Especially to friends like these
|
I can favor the ones I please
|
|
And if the mandate should be denied me
|
Then there's always something kept aside
|
If you have grease then you can slide
|
When worlds collide, when worlds collide
|
|
When worlds collide, the devious,
|
The cunning, and mischevious
|
Will mourn the moral men who died
|
When worlds collide, when worlds collide
|
|
The youth today, I must relate
|
Have not learned to appreciate
|
The pleasures of the city-state
|
They waste themselves on drugs and sex
|
And boogieing in discotheques
|
I'll take them by their bleach-blond necks
|
And conscript those I don't reject
|
|
Then I'll serve them butchered and fried
|
For our commander can sleep satisfied
|
While someone's licking one's backside
|
When worlds collide, when worlds collide
|
|
-----------------
|
When Worlds Collide
|
Todd Rundgren |