Your twisted cynicism makes me feel sick   Your open disgust for Idealistic naive   You've given up hope, you're jaded and ill   The trouble is your thought's a catching disease      Ooh, you need to get away   Ooh you need a change of pace      Because you're all dried up and you don't believe   You reckon I'm dreaming when I say I still feel real   You say you work for yourself and it's the only way   But I look at you talking and to me you just scrape away      What makes once young minds get in this state?   Is it age or just the social climate?   You're talking like some fucking hardend MP   You're saying, power's all and it's power you need      Ooh, you need to get away   Ooh you need a change of place      Because you've given up on hope, you're emotionless   You've no need for love, it's just hate, hate, hate   But I look at you shaking and it is you   Who is scraping away, you who is scraping away