WHO NEEDS THE YOUNG
Meat Loaf: Vocals
Justin Avery: Piano, Organ, Keyboard, Synthesizer, Backing Vocals
Paul Crook: Electric and Acoustic Guitar, Keyboard, Synthesizer, Loop Programming
Randy Flowers: Electric and Acoustic Guitar, Backing Vocals
David Luther: Saxophone, Backing Vocals
John Miceli: Drums, Percussion
Danny Miranda: Electric and Upright Bass

 
  WHO NEEDS THE YOUNG

Who needs the young?
The revelation of their faces and their hair
When all we have are withered traces of the faces we once were
And suffocation in the dirty, fatal air
Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun
Who needs the young?
The celebration of the races they have won
The sado-masochistic things we've never done
And all the places that we never will have gone
Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun
Who needs the young?
 

My eyes just aren't what they were (My eyes just aren't what they were)
Is there anyone left who can see? Blind him!
 

My lips just aren't what they were (My lips just aren't what they were)
Is there anyone left who can kiss? Spit on him!(alt. lyric: Choke him!)
 

My legs just aren't what they were (My legs just aren't what they were)
Is there anyone left who can dance? Cripple him!
 

My mind just isn't what it was (My mind just isn't what it was)
Is there anyone left who can dream? Wake him!
 

My voice just isn't what it was (My voice just isn't what it was)
Is there anyone left who can sing? Silence him!
 

My sex just isn't what it was (My sex just isn't what it was)
Is there anyone left who can fuck? Screw him!
 

Who needs the young?
The perfect star of flesh that's free from questions why
Who needs the whispered moaning passed from thigh to thigh
Who need to see them do the things we'll never try
Who needs the young when we're spending all the rest of our miserable lives learning to die!
 

[Alternate final verse:]
Who needs the young?
The perfect star of flesh that never has to cry
Who needs the filthy moaning passed from thigh to thigh
Who needs the self-appointed prophets waving banners in the bloodshot sky
Who needs the young when we're spending all the rest of our wonderful lives learning to die!