Dead Dreamers in a washed up band
They never had much fun
They never had the time

Dead thinkers in the motherland
You said the choice was yours
But all your thoughts were damned

Dead preachers in a foreign town
You should have tried to eat
Before they melt you down

So soon
So soon
So soon
So soon

Dead lovers in religious clans
They never asked a thing
About the bogeyman

Dead doctors need their daily bread
They got the drugs you need
They got that business head

Dead Wizards and their wisdoms done
They know we lost the fight
Before the war was won

Dead dreamers in a washed up band
They never had much fun
They never had the time

So soon
So soon
So soon
So soon

No mother or lover
No mother or lover
No mother or lover
No mother or lover

So soon
So soon
So soon
So soon

No mother or lover
No mother or lover
No mother or lover
No mother or lover