Die young, stay pretty
Deteriorate in your own time
Tell 'em you're dead and wither away
Are ya living alone or with your family?
A dried up twig on your family tree?
Are ya waiting for the reaper to arrive?
Or just to die by the hand of love?
Love for youth, love for youth
So, die young and stay pretty
Leave only the best behind
Slipping sensibilities
Tragedy in your own dream
Oh, ya sit all alone in your rocking chair, transistor pressed against an ear
Were ya waiting at the bus stop all your life?
Or just to die by the hand of love?
Love for youth, love for youth
So live fast, 'cause it won't last
Dearly near senility
Was it good or maybe you won't tell?