We’ve aged beyond our years -
and punk rock couldn’t save anyone.
‘Cause neither of us were straight edge or vegan.
Well that and - a million other reasons.
The records you’ve thrown away -
and the feelings took second place.
A hopeless bunch with nothing to say,
only plenty of promises to betray.
All the saints die young,
the rest of us die hypocrites.
All the saints die young,
the rest of us die hypocrites.
So don’t call me Elliott,
just call me Ian -
Ian with the house,
with cars and woman,
Ian with the drugs and the shits he’s done.
Ian with the house,
with the cars and woman,
Ian lived long enough.
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