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Who needs the young? The revelation of their faces and their hair When all we have are withered traces of the faces we once were And suffocation in the dirty, fatal air Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun Who needs the young? The celebration of the races they have won The sado-masochistic things we've never done And all the places that we never will have gone Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun Who needs the young? My eyes just aren't what they were (My eyes just aren't what they were) Is there anyone left who can see? Blind him! My lips just aren't what they were (My lips just aren't what they were) Is there anyone left who can kiss? Spit on him!(alt. lyric: Choke him!) My legs just aren't what they were (My legs just aren't what they were) Is there anyone left who can dance? Cripple him! My mind just isn't what it was (My mind just isn't what it was) Is there anyone left who can dream? Wake him! My voice just isn't what it was (My voice just isn't what it was) Is there anyone left who can sing? Silence him! My sex just isn't what it was (My sex just isn't what it was) Is there anyone left who can fuck? Screw him! Who needs the young? The perfect star of flesh that's free from questions why Who needs the whispered moaning passed from thigh to thigh SongtexteWho need to see them do the things we'll never try Who needs the young when we're spending all the rest of our miserable lives learning to die! [Alternate final verse:] Who needs the young? The perfect star of flesh that never has to cry Who needs the filthy moaning passed from thigh to thigh Who needs the self-appointed prophets waving banners in the bloodshot sky Who needs the young when we're spending all the rest of our wonderful lives learning to die! Aus Songtexte Mania