I was born in the spring. And raised as a child through the years. Of the great harvest. The last of the generation that blew away. The prison walls of the past. And we celebrated victory. Over the remains of the old order. By blasting into space into the mountains. Into the forests and into the ice. We sang songs of love and freedom. And we vowed to protect the weak. Even as they were cast aside. For the follies of everlasting youth. Were to be our new religion. For each person's dream. Was to be made flesh and the world it was ours. As we slashed and we burned and laid waste to it all. To the glory and the vanity of rock and roll. Saying I want it all now. As our children stood and watched us in silence. Pray god they'll forgive us. So the seeds planted for the future. Withered even within our own lifetimes. For it was the ties we so hated and destroyed. That had made us strong. And the walls of every house now echo. With that old refrain. There must be more money there must be more money. Remember all those songs of love and freedom. As if they were the same thing. Now we know they were not the same thing. They echo in empty beauty. Down through the boarded-up streets. To the sound of closing doors and locking of the gates. As we slashed and we burned and laid waste to it all. To the glory and the vanity of rock and roll. Saying I want it all now give me more and more. As our children stood and watched us in silence. And now pray god they'll forgive us. They've started filming for the final scenes. We're still becoming what has already been. The stolen future and dissolving dream. Tomorrow never comes but tomorrow came. With the new day sun on our ageing skin. As we stand here naked. With our children's hungry eyes upon us. Pray god they'll forgive us