Standin' on the edge of Vesuvius - my mouth is runnin' dry
  Drunk on wine & wisdom - giving it all away
  Old enough to hate tomorrow - young enough not to know where to run
  Oh there ain't no rock'n roll no more - just the music of the young
  
  Apathy for the devil Apathy for the devil
  Apathy for the devil ,N Apathy for the son.
  
  The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn -
  and envy caught like a leaf
  Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand -
  spitting bullets through the night
  The siren wails on the ambulance - compassion touches my head 'n it bleeds
  There ain't no rock'n roll no more just the sickly sound of greed.
  
  And it's Apathy for the devil And it's Apathy for the devil
  And it's Apathy for the devil 'N Apathy for the creed
  
  No more gardens for the gardenless - no more - havens for the havenless
  No more helpers for the helplessness - no more - somethings for a less
  For the law is now the lawless
  'N the flaw is now the flawless
  'N the crime is now accepted
  'N the criminal respected
  'N now evil gets elected
  'N now sinful get selected
  Heed a president proven rotten Now officially forgotten
  
  Was it your General Sheridan who once said "The only good, good man is a dead good man."
  It was not me babe
  I just said keep your head 'n your bread well down under them floorboards
  
  'N you - you look like you gone with the wind
  Running naked through the streets
  Wired out - tired out - transcendental mental - only laughing in your sleep
  Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch
  There ain't no rock'n roll no more just the music of the rich
  
  'N it's Apathy for the Devil 'N it's Apathy for the Devil
  'N it's Apathy for the Devil Apathy's at fever pitch