Who Needs The Young - Meat Loaf

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 that they’ve have won

The sado-masochistic things they’ve never done — disgusting

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

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

My lips just aren’t what they were

Is there anyone left who can kiss?

Spit on him!

My mind just isn’t what it was

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 legs just aren’t what they were

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 voice just isn’t what it was

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 is was

My sex just isn’t what is was

My sex just isn’t what is was

Is there anyone left who can fuck?

Screw them!

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!