But we style our future with a cattle gun
 And we aren't idle rich
 So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch

 Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre
 We'll sack the politics for premonition and fire
 And we'll move like nureyev that night

 Coast to coast  side to side
 Shines the lies of fine enlightened minds
 Coast to coast

 We are only young
 But we style our future in the shadow of guns
 And we are not idle rich
 So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch

 Cause when the stylised kick of the filmstar whip
 Cracks down on the millions,
 Cracks the kids on their hips
 Then we'll move like nuryev that night

 'Cos coast to coast, side to side
 Shines the lies of fine enlightened minds
 Coast to coast, side to side

 Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
 Coast to coast, side to side
 Blades engraved with babies' names
 While pylons hide the suicide
 Coast to coast, 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, side to side
 Blades engraved with babies' names
 While pylons hide the suicides