Mutant city may the fool in me
Never question your authority
Not edge away from your omniscient eyes
There's a curse on everyone who tries
Wake up from your slumber
Your children are cracking up
They wallow in complexes
Like rats in the sewers
The tap must never run dry
I am tired and I need to get high
Just because you're mutilating me
Doesn't mean I lose my sympathy
But I'm not one of you
I'm not one of you
I know it's true
I know it's true
It's a god-given fact
Give me back the youth
Give me back the youth
Give me back the youth
The cancelled honesty
Give me back the youth
Give me back the youth
Give me back the youth
I wasted in your claws
Mutant city may the fool in me
Never question your authority
Not edge away from your omniscient eyes
There's a curse on everyone who tries