Stolen Youth

Judge 'em on the come up

It's bound to be your bad luck

Instantly running ways to survive

You judge a man by the risk he takes

To change his faith and place himself

Up in the dreamscape, free from the trappings

The flesh will trap him, the flesh will tap him

And these lights look bright in the city

And one day, this might be his city

He got more dreams than Luther King

The pipes of peace might do for him

But some get peace by keeping the piece

In easy reach and being quick to squeeze

The road takes a hold on you

Becomes the whole of you

You're looking at the stolen youth

The eggs, the clucker, and the golden goose

The road takes a hold on you

Becomes the whole of you

You're looking at the stolen youth

The egg, the clucker, and the golden goose

Honor among thieves is the talk of a fool

The only protection is the talk of your tool

Decent people just stand by watching

Pure disbelief and happy it's not him

How long does the madness last?

How long is a piece of string?

You're better off being mad as a rasc'

And then you won't have to face a thing

Run and hide, a French kiss to chaos

Standing firm and waiting for the pay-off

These are those types of days

Where it ain't no use in being afraid

The game played here's got the strangest rules

The game played here hasn't got no rules

The pain is life, the pain is death

It's plain as life and plain as breath

The road takes a hold on you

Becomes the whole of you

You're looking at the stolen youth

The eggs, the clucker, and the golden goose

The road takes a hold on you

Becomes the whole of you

You're looking at the stolen youth

The egg, the clucker and the golden goose