We are only young, but we style our future with a cattle gun We are idle rich So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch 'Cause when the fire light shocks like a cop shop pyre We'll sack the politics for premonition and fire And we'll move like Nureyev at night Oh, it's coast to coast It's side to side Shines the light of fine enlightened minds Coast to coast We are only young But we style our future in the shadow of guns We are not idle rich So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch 'Cause when the stylized kick of the film star whip Cracks down on the millions, cracks the kids on the hips We'll be moving like Nureyev at night Oh, it's coast to coast It's side to side Shines the light of fine enlightened minds Coast to coast It's side to side Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds Coast to coast It's side to side Blades engraved with babies' names while pylons hide the suicide Oh, it's coast to coast It's side to side Shines the light of fine enlightened minds Coast to coast, side to side Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds Coast to coast It's side to side Blades engraved with babies' names while pylons hide the suicide Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds, the blind Feel the steel, outside the blinds Feel the line, outside the babies names Shines the blind, the blind, the blind...