to the girl with the painted hair
 and staggers through the angry crowd
 like it isn't there
 feels like a wall of sound
 as he crashes down
 no one stops to look when he hits the ground

 we're the nouveau rich
 on a one way trip
 living out on a razor's edge
 just to get our kicks
 we're gonna take a stand
 till the world is in our hands
 and if we win or lose
 we don't give a damn

 hollow people living empty lives
 looking vacant in the neon lights
 who needs the truth
 when you can live a lie?
 can't stop now, it's too late
 'cos we're running blind
 till the end comes like a thunder
 and we all fall under
 no one gives a damn
 come on now, let's meet the end

 he tries to make it home
 head like a block of stone
 his eyes are so closed up now
 his arm so full of dope
 there is nowhere to run
 he cries out but no one comes
 in the back of some dark alley
 he dies alone

 hollow people living empty lives
 hearts feel nothing in the neon lights
 feelings here are so cheap these days
 they don't mean a thing
 no one really cares
 whether we lose or if we win
 yeah -- we're the angry youth
 don't wanna be like you
 yeah -- we're the nouveau riche
 yeah -- we gotcha in our grip
 there's no escape for you
 'cos we're running blind

 yeah, we're the angry youth
 don't wanna be like you
 we've got your bridges crossed
 we won -- you lost
 it's the end