Crookes Bright Young Things Lyrics

Who cares if they think that fragile youth's too kitchen
sink?
Set hard times in ink.
Why would you say my days are through when I'm thinking
of you?
If you doubt us then you'll find...we'll leave you
behind.

Faceless crowds will sing in lazy praise of bright young
things.
Let their words sink in.
Why would you say my head's a mess?
You know I couldn't care less. By the time we leave this hole, we'll see their heads
roll.

Hearts are burning...we'll all flee this town
It won't drag us down again.

Who cares if they think that fragile youth's too kitchen
sink?
Set hard times in ink.
Why would you say your days are through when I'm thinking
of you?
By the time we leave this hole, we'll see their heads
roll.

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