Planet of the Apps Lyrics

The curse of the young, is not knowing what it's like to be old

The curse of the old, is knowing they can never be young again

Everybody living in the book of faces

Last testament for hopeless cases

Trout pout punctuates boots and braces

Sorting out the Jacks, Queens, Kings and Aces

The curse of the young, is not knowing what it's like to be old

The curse of the old, is knowing they can never be young again

It's a zoned-out zombie revolution

Everybody making their contribution

Wide eyed, brain dead, creeping cancer

Taking the knee to the necromancer

Alter ego, incognito, digging the dirt and fishing for secrets

Pissing on the flames of the disconnected

Swimming in the tears of the disaffected

The curse of the young, is not knowing what it's like to be old

The curse of the old, is knowing they can never be young again

Digging in the dirt shat forth by chancers

Ending up with more questions than answers

Stuck between the memes of sheep and haters

It's the best and worst of human nature