Mutant city may the fool in me Never question your authority Not edge away from your omniscient eyes There's a curse on everyone who tries Wake up from your slumber Your children are cracking up They wallow in complexes Like rats in the sewers The tap must never run dry I am tired and I need to get to get high Just because you're mutilating me Doesn't mean I lose my sympathy But I'm not on of you I'm not one of you I know it's true I know it's true It's a God-given fact I'm not on of you I'm not one of you I know it's true I know it's true It's a God-given fact Give me back the youth Give me back the youth Give me back the youth The cancelled honesty Give me back the youth Give me back the youth Give me back the youth I wasted in your claws Mutant city may the fool in me Never question your authority Not edge away from your omniscient eyes There's a curse on everyone who tries I'm not on of you I'm not one of you I know it's true I know it's true It's a God-given fact Give me back the youth Give me back the youth Give me back the youth The cancelled honesty Give me back the youth Give me back the youth Give me back the youth I wasted in your claws