I'm not going to give it up for free anymore

And I don't really care if you label me a whore.

Frayed at the edges, busted at the seams,

I can walk with a song and sleep with my dreams.

You can cover up your chains and call yourself free;

It doesn't really matter - it's all the same to me.

You're the new newest thing; we've seen it all before.

In fact I've seen it many times and I'll see it many more.

You know it won't last; you know it never does -

But better be a has been than to be a never was.

You can get out quick and clean or prolong the agony:

Whichever you prefer - it's all the same to me.

You worship the future like it's some kind of saint,

But it's just like the past with a new coat of paint.

You try to save a world that doesn't want to be saved

And you scold it like a child when you think it's misbehaved.

You can say what you want, or say what you see,

Or you could say nothing - it's all the same to me.