Who cares? A million flares Tomorrow comes So will our fears Countless eyes From a Pathos melody Change the world, Damn Generation seventy You want to live For 100 years Have your warmth Savour your years But when your gone We'll be left here So Sit back down In Apathy's chair Smoke in the room Running scared Cohiba and single malt It's our nightmare A box full of toys Still sit under the bed Change the story, damn Generation destroy You want to live To 100 years Have your warmth Savour your years But when you're gone We'll be left here So Sit back down In Apathy's chair Sit back down Sit back down Sit back down Apathy's chair Sit back down Sit back down Sit back down Apathy's chair