I'm not going to give it up for free anymore
& I don't really care if you label me a whore
Frayed at the edges, busted at the seams
I can walk with a song & sleep with my dreams
You can cover up your chains & call yourself free;
It doesn't really matter - it's all the same to me
You're the new newest thing; we've seen it all before
In fact I've seen it many times & I'll see it many more
You know it won't last; you know it never does -
But better be a has been than to be a never was
You can get out quick & clean or prolong the agony:
Whichever you prefer - it's all the same to me
You worship the future like it's some kind of saint
But it's just like the past with a new coat of paint
You try to save a world that doesn't want to be saved
& you scold it like a child when you think it's misbehaved
You can say what you want, or say what you see
Or you could say nothing - it's all the same to me