Empty Promises

Like any force of nature, you can't be controlled The spirit disappears before you grab a hold Say it again, I like the sound of that Whispers nothings, another new toy for the brat Sweet honey, tell me where you stand Empty promises to you from Pan Like any force of nature, you can't be denied How much spirit has industry supplied? Over five hundred years since the bitch arrived We still can't find a decent place to hide Play the song on through a broken string Empty promises of hope and things Like any force of nature, you are dangerous What mortal cannot lose its spirit thus? Smother our mother’s generation Whose idleness destroyed our glorious nation Punk was not severe enough For empty promises force fed in youth to us This song is short, mean, and overplayed To take it in stride, well, that’s okay Aha, empty promises!