This Industry Eats Its Young Songtext

This industry eats its young. It'll fill you up with praise and in the morning when you're done it's like a pin-prick to the surface and they've won. Sometimes I swear this business eats its young, but I'm never going down like that – I'm past the cusp of thirty and I swear I'm getting fatter by the day but I still like what I've become.

Sometimes I swear this business eats its young, and after all the pain you've caused me I look to the skies and I say that the blue of the night leaves you holy, for me and you only, for all of the day. You complain it's “all too much now”, so get out your guiding light. If that look in their eyes means there's no need to cry then at least you'll do anything, right? And you go from fifteen million down to one. Sometimes I swear this business eats its young.

This industry eats its young. It'll fill you up with praise and in the morning when you're done it's like a pin-prick to the surface and they've won. Sometimes I swear this business eats its young, but I never did play to win – I'm satisfied provided that my record sales outnumber my number of chins. Fuck your flavour of the month.

Sometimes I swear this business eats its young, and after all the pain you've caused me I look to the skies and I say that the blue of the night leaves you holy, for me and you only, for all of the day. You complain it's “all too much now”, so get out your guiding light. If that look in their eyes means there's no need to cry then at least you'll do anything, right? And we won't regret the people we'll become. Sometimes I swear this business eats its young.