Debauchery

Kids these days, they don’t ask
With their brains or their hearts
Smoke and mirrors and hiding
In their rooms, not finding
Their desires with their hands
Talk, not walk
In no man’s land

Debauchery ain’t what it used to be
Debauchery ain’t what it used to be

The great divided, and gravely undecided
Kept up in the dark with our affections unrequited
We’re so unkind
I’m leaning from my envy
I’m kneeling to my touchscreen
An unfeeling debauchee
Veneered until I’m something
Our desires are in our own hands
But we just talk shit
As we walk into no man’s land

Debauchery ain’t what it used to be
Debauchery ain’t what it used to be

In no man’s land
In no man’s land
In no man’s land

Debauchery ain’t what it used to be
Debauchery ain’t what it used to be