In this age of existential angst, we're all free enough to learn
your freedom may be falsified by the paycheck that you earn

The people always remindin' me that you only live the once
But the irony is to feel alive most must take life's risks in stunts

Well I'm up to make the most of it, to make the most of mind
But I keep on meetin' broken minds who are only 29

In a world where God has taken off and the wars have been and gone
a person's left with just themselves and their own specific song

And if this world which sits alone in the space of it's own tune
would just sing a song that painted well
this master of the moon.

It'd be the hound dog whistle of a falling nuclear bomb
and the sighing cries of the revolutionaries who have
waited far too long.

And even worse the howling crap of the Justin Beiber blues
and if it's the case that you like that stuff then
no offence to you

But if you just wade through the noise
each generation holds a gem

A buildin' block that you may miss
but are sure to see again

You can fight the fire but you can't deny
the reality you're in

But it gets you wondering

I woke up quite fatigued one morn with cancer of the throat
but that's what I get I suppose for being a smokin' hipster dope

I went to the job anyway otherwise I'd just be screwed
you don't ask for life but you pay for life
but life does not owe you

It works out the same way anyway
whether life is short or long

You get to work and you fight old age
and your colleagues play along

On a good day you might have a chat and get caught up in a debate
Like why's that there and why's that not
and how much can humans take?

And every time there's always one who says the world is wrong
Well if that's the case take a look around
and grasp that we are young

For every One Direction song there's a gracious risin' Son
and every act of pointless hate there's a million loving mums

And every year we peacefully cheer to watch some strangers run
and if I cause offence by sayin' so then I did not mean you none

But if you just wade through the noise
each generation holds a gem.

A buildin' block that you may miss
but are sure to see again

You can fight the fire but you can't deny
the reality you're in.

But it gets you wondering.

If you put life in a cider glass
and drank the whole thing down
you might just end up drunk enough to get another round.

And what that means is basically
with pleasure comes the pain

And personally once I am done
I'll have the same again

Because if you just wade through the noise
each generation holds a gem

A buildin' block that you may miss
but are sure to see again

You can fight the fire but you can't deny
the reality you're in

But it gets you wondering

It gets you wondering