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.