Who Needs the Young Songtext
von Jim Steinman

Who needs the young?
The revelation of their faces and their hair
When all we have are withered traces of the faces we once were (Hey)
And suffocation in the dirty, fatal air
Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun?

Who needs the young?
The celebration of the races they have won
The sado-masochistic things we′ve never done
Disgusting
And all the places that we never will have gone
Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun?
Who needs the young?

My eyes just aren't what they were
My eyes just aren′t what they were
My eyes just aren't what they were
Is there anyone left who can see?
Blind him!


My lips just aren't what they were
My lips just aren′t what they were
My lips just aren′t what they were
Is there anyone left who can kiss?
Spit on him!

My mind just isn't what it was
My mind just isn′t what it was
My mind just isn't what it was
Is there anyone left who can dream?
Wake him!

My legs just aren′t what they were
My legs just aren't what they were
My legs just aren′t what they were
Is there anyone left who can dance?
Cripple him!

My voice just isn't what it was
My voice just isn't what it was
My voice just isn′t what it was
Is there anyone left who can sing?
Silence him!


My sex just isn′t what is was
My sex just isn't what is was
My sex just isn′t what is was
Is there anyone left who can screw?
Fuck him! (Whoo)

Who needs the young?
The perfect star of flesh that's free from question why
Who needs the whispered moaning passed from thigh to thigh?
Who needs to see them do the things we′ll never try
Who needs the young when we're spending all the rest of our miserable lives learning to die
To die