Woorden: Leo Sayer. The End.

He says he doesn't care
To the girl with the painted hair
And staggers through the angry crowd
Like it isn't there

Feels like a wall of sound
As he crashes down
No one stops to look
When he hits the ground

We're the nouveaux rich
On a one way tip
Living out on a razor's edge
Just to get our kicks

We're gonna take a stand
'Til the world is in our hands
And if we win or lose
We don't give a damn

Hollow people living empty lives
Looking vacant in the neon lights
Who need the truth when you can live a lie
Can't stop now it's too late

'Cause we're running blind
'Til the end, comes like a thunder
Yeah, and we all fall under
No one gives a damn
Come on now, let's meet the end

He tries to make it home
Head like a block of stone
His eyes so closed up now
His arm so full of dope

There's nowhere left to run
He cries out but no one comes
In the back of some dark alley
He dies alone

Hollow people living empty lives
Hearts feel nothing in the neon lights
Feelings here are so cheap these days
No one really cares

If we lose of if we win
Yeah, were the angry youth
Yeah, don't wanna be like you
Yeah, we do what we want

'Til we wanna die
Yeah, we're the nouveaux rich
Yeah, we gotcha in our grip
There's no escape for you

'Cause we're running blind
We're so angry
We're just so angry, angry
We're all so angry
In the end