| Your personal religion | 
| Your enthusiastic expression | 
| Your daring clothes, your overdose | 
| Your intimate songs | 
| Your broken vows, your divorces | 
| Your forced sexual discourses | 
| Your tight jeans, your sun cream spirituality | 
| It doesn’t speak, doesn’t speak | 
| Your anti-depressant breakfast table | 
| Your MTV porn feeding the children | 
| How did your dad think you’re worth the war? | 
| Your clever quotes on independence | 
| Your independent of loneliness | 
| Your massive, massive lack of self control | 
| It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t speak for me | 
| It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t speak for me | 
| Yeah | 
| You’re taking care of your body | 
| You’re taking care of your soul | 
| You’re psycho, your psychoanalysis | 
| Your T-shirt says punk, you’re so rock and roll | 
| You do whatever you want, oh I know I know | 
| You’re individual, individual-al-al vomit | 
| It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t speak for me | 
| It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t speak for me | 
| With the sound of my city | 
| With the blowing of the wind | 
| And the silence of our children sleeping | 
| Have I come to understand | 
| With the pushing of the rivers | 
| With the falling of the rain | 
| With the dusting way it’s drifting | 
| I will sing and sing again | 
| It’s never gonna die, it’s never gonna die, oh no | 
| It’s never gonna die, it’s never gonna die | 
| It’s never gonna die, it’s never gonna die, oh no | 
| It’s never gonna die, it’s never never gonna die |