Alright

Something changed at twenty-four
Spent my days moving to and fro
From the bed to the bathroom floor
Tear away my rancid skin
This must be penance for my evasion
Of death's returning claw
Should've died a thousand times
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
Dog tails you like a hound
Then clarity brings it out
Gotta fight it hand to hand

We're alright, we're alright
There's time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we're alright

We're alright, we're alright
There's time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we're alright
There's time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we're alright
There's time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we're alright
There'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