THERE'S NO ONE GOOD ENOUGH TO BE ALONE

the good life is starving to death

the smokestacks are all out of breath

and my head's hanging by a thread

while the poor play "war!" for the living dead

 

but I'm not on my own

there's no one good enough to be alone

 

the underground is caving in

the kids are choking on their own spit

my generation was born controlled

hope I die before I get sold

 

but I'm not on my own

there's no one good enough to be alone

I'm not on my own

but I keep trying and trying to live over this life

with no guide by my side

just this heart counting down out of time . . . .

 

this song's for the shipwrecked

(Lord knows I've been wet)

for all the kids waiting to be born

in broken homes full of empty beds

 

there's no one good enough to be alone

 

if love be true . . .

(you and you and you and you and you etc.)