We are only young,   But we wtyle our future with a cattle gun   And we aren't idle rich,   So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch      Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre   We'll sack the politics for premonition and fire   And we'll move like nureyev that night      Coast to coast, side to side   Shines the lies of fine enlightened minds   Coast to coast      We are only young   But we style our future in the shadow of guns   And we are not idle rich   So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch      Cause when the stylised kick of the filmstar whip   Cracks down on the millions,   Cracks the kids on their hips   Then we'll move like nuryev that night      'Cos coast to coast, side to side   Shines the lies 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 suicides