Theory of Revolution

Don't want to think about But I see it everyday Corrupted innocence just doesn't seem to fade away Spoiled so young You know its bound to last But when you're living in the city You've gotta grow up fast And it makes me sick God, it makes me sick And it makes me sick God, it makes me sick Don't want to think about it But I see it everyday If you want to buy affluence You're soul you'll have to pay Wasting away the prime of your life But it's been done that way for years So you know it must be all right And it makes me sick God, it makes me sick And it makes me sick God, it makes me sick It's just not right Don't wanna think about it But I see it everyday With every sip and every shot Mind and bodies fade away Friends are all gone And memories don't last But when you've fallen off the wagon You seem to fall so damn fast