Planet of the Apps

The curse of the young, is not knowing what it's like to be old
The curse of the old, is knowing they can never be young again

Everybody living in the book of faces
Last testament for hopeless cases
Trout pout punctuates boots and braces
Sorting out the Jacks, Queens, Kings and Aces

The curse of the young, is not knowing what it's like to be old
The curse of the old, is knowing they can never be young again

It's a zoned-out zombie revolution
Everybody making their contribution
Wide eyed, brain dead, creeping cancer
Taking the knee to the necromancer

Alter ego, incognito, digging the dirt and fishing for secrets
Pissing on the flames of the disconnected
Swimming in the tears of the disaffected

The curse of the young, is not knowing what it's like to be old
The curse of the old, is knowing they can never be young again

Digging in the dirt shat forth by chancers
Ending up with more questions than answers
Stuck between the memes of sheep and haters
It's the best and worst of human nature



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Cooke
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