We still remembers all these teenage dreams
Remembers the talking
They were the future and the future had to change
They were so sure

And they went on
They all grew old
In every way it is an image that they sold

In this great society he had to find a job
And with the barrel painted at this moral strength
He seems to have lost it

And it when wrong
He’s going on
He’s getting older still remembers he was young

Working in the factory he don’t give a damn
About the man who just told him not to worry
He knows that tomorrow he’ll be out on the street
And there’s no one who cares about his sorrow

So he’s restless but so bored
Gonna explode soon
He’s getting closer, closer to his dreams

Working in the factory he don’t give a damn
About the man who just told him not to worry
He knows that tomorrow he’ll be out on the street
And there’s no one who cares about his sorrow

Working in the factory he don’t give a damn
About the man who just told him not to worry
He knows that tomorrow he’ll be out on the street
And there’s no one who cares about his sorrow