Dead dreamers in a washed up band They never had much fun They never had the time Dead thinkers in the motherland You said the choice was yours But all your thoughts were damned Dead preachers in a foreign town You should have tried to eat Before they melt you down So soon So soon So soon So soon Dead lovers in religious clans They never asked a thing About the bogeyman Dead doctors need their daily bread They got the drugs you need They got that business head Dead wizards and their wisdoms done They know we lost the fight Before the war was won Dead dreamers in a washed up band They never had much fun They never had the time So soon So soon So soon So soon No mother or lover No mother or lover No mother or lover No mother or lover ♪ Not a lover, lover, lover Lover, lover, lover ♪ So soon So soon So soon So soon No mother or lover No mother or lover No mother or lover No mother or lover