All The World But Them

The sun just won't stop shining

I can't take refuge in my car.

The burning of my CDs

Won't get me very far.

And the horizon looks for all the world 

like death by a hundred scars.

We'll soon be in the 90s

Or so the weathermen claim.

And the sun reduces 

my shadow to a tiny boxer 

who's been maimed.

Now, the future looks for all the world

Like punches in a thousand ways.

My Walkman keeps playing on

Pumping out stuff about "staying strong".

And "my broken heart can't go on".

But it costs money to save your life, kid.

And we've cuts in a million ways

For all the world but them.