No Soul to Save

No wonder why I'm feeling cynical inside
And the truth is buried in a shallow grave
Wish I could help all of the millions of the world,
But the truth is that there ain't no soul to save
People say it's the sign of the times,
Waking up, got to open my eyes
If my generation is hopeless, then dead is the dream
Yeah, we're born a few decades too late
Popular culture; no musical taste
What can I do? 'Cause I don't have a time machine (x2)
Yeah you know what I mean
When it all comes down,
When it comes back around,
When it comes it's up to you,
Oh no
I can hear the sound
From the underground,
From the hallways of my youth
So you say that you'll still be my friend?
When I show up in a Mercedes Benz
Well you know that there's nothing in this life for free
And I'll be singing the songs to the air
Help yourselves out, my fair-weather friends
While the music's just starving out there in the streets (x2)
Just lost in the streets
When it all comes down,
When it comes back around,
When it comes it's up to you,
Oh no
I can hear the sound
From the underground,
From the hallways of my youth
There's just no soul to save now
We got some soul to save now
We got some soul to get to you
There's just no soul to save now
We got some soul to lay down
We got some soul to get to you
There's just no soul to save now
We've got something to lay down
We got some soul to get to you
Well there's just no soul to save now
We've got something to lay down
We got some soul to get to you