Youth gets wasted on the young But the young get wasted when we bite their tongue And it goes on Want is the cancer of what lies ahead But it rots like regret when the moment's dead And it goes on Luxury is a man without a voice Cause he lives without a fight instead of dying with no choice And it goes on Don't stop don't stop you said it now Don't stop don't stop regret it now Don't stop don't stop I wish we would Don't stop don't stop you said it now Don't stop don't stop regret it now Don't stop don't stop I wish we could Easy come and easy go But we quick forget what we quick know And it goes on Build quick cities with ba*tard kiddies Fed with fire from Satan's titties Yeah I know it goes on Dreamers die to put suits on For jobs remain when dreams are gone And it goes on