Youth gets wasted on the youngnBut the young get wasted when we bite their tonguenAnd it goes onnnWant is the cancer of what lies aheadnBut it rots like regret when the moment's deadnAnd it goes onnnLuxury is a man without a voicenCause he lives without a fight instead of dying with no choicenAnd it goes onnnDon't stop don't stop you said it nownDon't stop don't stop regret it nownDon't stop don't stop I wish we wouldnnDon't stop don't stop you said it nownDon't stop don't stop regret it nownDon't stop don't stop I wish we couldnnEasy come and easy gonBut we quick forget what we quick knownAnd it goes onnnBuild quick cities with bastard kiddiesnFed with fire from Satan's tittiesnYeah I know it goes onnnDreamers die to put suits onnFor jobs remain when dreams are gonenAnd it goes onnn