Young Men

Tony only reads Asian Babes Danny's doing doves down the raves Terry drinks his money away Oh God, and his sons play drums all day On the scene, on the dole In your eyes, in your soul The young men, you are the ones Are the scene, are the sons Are the young men, young men Here we, here we go again Les says, "Punk isn't dead" Mick is not impeccably bred Paul he just can't get out of bed Oh God, and Phil's still off his head On the scene, on the dole In your eyes, in your soul The young men, you are the ones Are the system, are the sons Are the young men, young men Here we, here we go again On the scene, on the dole In your eyes, in your soul The young men, you are the ones Are the scene, are the young men Cheating on the wives All shiny suits and lazy lies The young men insulting everyone Picked up your sister, kicked your son The young men fighting in the clubs Flash on the streets, cash in the pubs The young men boozing on the train P-45's and cheap champagne The young men