The Color of Industry

There is hope for us yet We are young, we are wet There is no time for respect No time for regret, it s all for the end And so it would begin The best definition, And so it seems It s been so long We are so gone, and never it felt like it To anything ever again We are, we are, ever Here we go, faces to the globe The color of industry lashed on our dreams Shelter them from the snow, oh, oh, oh, oh The city has show, oh It would have us for his show, oh Now life is over, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh We are so gone, and never it felt like it To anything ever again We are, we are, ever Do anything but write about X 2