Sweet adolescent dreams
That boredom buries
Cold as charity
Stripped of their ideals
It's not ok
To let them slip away
And it's A for apathy
What might have been will never be
Life without a dream
Will always lead to apathy
The preying vultures
Of cash counter culture
Try to indulge her
The lost asphalt girl
And they sell her void
To fill the holes
And it's A for apathy
What might have been will never be
Life without a dream
Will always lead to apathy
In the sleepaway towns
Kids born for the riots
Grow into dead-end autopilots
With safety in numbers
And it's A for apathy
What might have been will never be
Life without a dream
Will always lead to apathy