Everybody‘s beautiful when they‘re young
And I should know
I‘ve had more than my share of fun
There‘s all this fascination
With the impossibly thin
With the surface of things
Airbrush. Photoshop creation. And all that we are losing
Aren‘t we just confusing
Youth with beauty
Truth with duty
There‘s something on the telly about North Korea
Some war broke up don‘t trust the media
I‘d like to get a suntan
Some dude was shot in Pakistan
The tracks got nod-age
Move my bod-age
Tracks got nod-age
Tracks got nod-age
[Chorus]:
They got them bombs up in the planes
They got them bombs up in the trains
They got them bombs up in my face
Don‘t want to talk about it
(x2)
I was walking through the city
Passed a phoneshop and a homeless man was lying there
Looked almost dead and no one seemed to bother
I ran into a rock and roll band
Two or three of them maybe four
This one punk just nineteen years old
He gave me his persuasion
He stared at me with his one black eye
Looked down at me like I didn‘t have a life
And he was right. Least not the kind of like he‘d been parading
Same sex union (ooh) change the Constitution
You can carry a gun but you better not fall in love with someone
The President who f**ked the world for every future boy and girl
Is golfing in Aruba with a suntan and scuba
The tracks got nod-age
Move my bod-age
The tracks got nod-age
Move my bod-age (x5)
[Chorus]
Now everybody dies or fades away
Of permutation white and grey
A synergy of light and dust
And stem cells constant liaison
You fell in love with the dream to f**k forever endlessly
But you don‘t and that‘s okay
The rest is better anyway
Botox, bundles, CNN, infomericial, count to ten
Change the channel, VCR, something on my radar
The tracks got nod-age
Move my bod-age
The tracks got nod-age
[Chorus](x2)
They got them bombs up in the planes
They got them bombs up in the trains
Don‘t want to talk about it.