Something changed at 24
Spent my days moving to and fro
From the bed to the bathroom floor
Tear away at my rancid skin
This must be penance for my evasion
Of death's returning claws
Should've died a thousand times
The sick kid paradigm
Death's working overtime
Worry about my brother a lot
Don't really talk enough
Can't seem to say the right thing
We're alright
We're alright
There's time to put the world to rights
We're alright
We're alright
Something waning in my head
Can't sleep and I'm seeing things
And I can't stand the sight of myself
It's a generation thing
Said one of the old boys back in the boozer
On his tenth pint of the day
So we shy away from it
Accept it for what it is
We're all born and raised and maimed
The dog tails you like the hound
Then clarity brings it out
You gotta fight it hand to hand
We're alright
We're alright
It's time to put the world to rights
We're alright
We're alright
We're alright
We're alright
It's time to put the world to rights
We're alright
We're alright
It's time to put the world to rights
We're alright
We're alright
It's time to put the world to rights
We're alright
We're alright
It's time to put the world to rights
We're alright
We're alright
We're alright
We're alright
We're alright
We're alright
We're alright