Youth - THE MOB

Left in the cafe, he sits all alone

This person with hopes that are so like my own

And nobody tells him as he’s sitting there

He’s dead long ago and nobody cares

Disgusted, demented, disillusioned, deranged

Mixed up, frustrated, you, youth

But I see a strange look on that face that’s uncleaned

Its white bloodless color, now dull, once gleamed

And I know where I’ve seen that expression before

He’s stood in the place where my feet touch the ground

The clock strikes 6 as I drink the last drop

Of the tea that’s been sitting for hours in my cup

I think where to go now, the town has gone dead

And I realize I’m living this death

Disgusted, demented, disillusioned, deranged

Mixed up, frustrated, you, youth