Sanat

They say we're on the skids again
They say we've lost the plot
We read our dusty Austrians
And question what we're taught
We never trusted printed paper
Never bowed to printed kings
We just want to live in peace and
See what freedom brings

Beautiful degenerates
Dancing out of line
Hurting no one, owing no one
Doing just fine
Beautiful degenerates
Laughing at the throne
Every flower in the gutter
Grows on its own

Your grandfather grew his hair out
And they said he'd come to ruin
Now we hold our keys and notions
And they say the same of us, too
But the outcasts and the dropouts
And the dreamers off the grid
Always built the brave tomorrow
That the careful never did

Beautiful degenerates
Dancing out of line
Hurting no one, owing no one
Doing just fine
Beautiful degenerates
Laughing at the throne
Every flower in the gutter
Grows on its own

Call us wasted, call us crazy
Call us anything you please
The future's always founded
By the ones who never bend their knees

Beautiful degenerates
Dancing out of line
Take my hand, you gorgeous wreckage
The stars are yours and mine