"The End" by Leo Sayer

Writers: Leo Sayer & David Courtney

he says he doesn't care 
to the girl with the painted hair 
and staggers through the angry crowd 
like it isn't there 
feels like a wall of sound 
as he crashes down 
no one stops to look when he hits the ground 

we're the nouveau rich 
on a one way trip 
living out on a razor's edge 
just to get our kicks 
we're gonna take a stand 
till the world is in our hands 
and if we win or lose 
we don't give a damn 

hollow people living empty lives 
looking vacant in the neon lights 
who needs the truth 
when you can live a lie? 
can't stop now, it's too late 
'cos we're running blind 
till the end comes like a thunder 
and we all fall under 
no one gives a damn 
come on now, let's meet the end 

he tries to make it home 
head like a block of stone 
his eyes are so closed up now 
his arm so full of dope 
there is nowhere to run 
he cries out but no one comes 
in the back of some dark alley 
he dies alone 

hollow people living empty lives 
hearts feel nothing in the neon lights 
feelings here are so cheap these days 
they don't mean a thing 
no one really cares 
whether we lose or if we win 
yeah -- we're the angry youth 
don't wanna be like you 
yeah -- we're the nouveau riche 
yeah -- we gotcha in our grip 
there's no escape for you 
'cos we're running blind 

yeah, we're the angry youth 
don't wanna be like you 
we've got your bridges crossed 
we won -- you lost 
it's the end