WHIPSNADE - Suede

We are only young

But we style our future with a cattle gun

We are idle rich

So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch

Cause when the fire light shocks like a cop shop pyre

We’ll jack the politics for premonition and fire

And we’ll move like Nureyev at night

Coast to coast

Side to side

Shines the light of fine enlightened minds

Coast to coast

We are only young

But we style out future in the shadow of guns

We are not idle rich

So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch

Cause when the stylized kick of the filmstar whip

Cracks down on the millions, cracks the kids on the hips

We’ll be moving like Nureyev at night

Coast to coast

Side to side

Shines the light of fine enlightened minds

Coast to coast

Side to side

Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds

Coast to coast

Side to side

Blades engraved with babies' names

While pylons hide the suicide

Coast to coast

Side to side

Shines the light of fine enlightened minds

Coast to coast

Side to side

Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds

Coast to coast

Side to side

Blades engraved with babies' names

While pylons hide the suicide

Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds

Blades engraved with babies' names

While pylons hide the suicide