Like any force of nature
You cannot be controlled
The SPIRIT disappears
Before you grab a hold
Say it again
I like the sound of that
Whispers, nothings
Another new toy for the brat
Sweet honey
Tell me where you stand
Empty promises
To you from Pan
Like any force of nature
You cannot be denied
How much SPIRIT
Has industry supplied?
Over five hundred years
Since the bitch arrived
And we still cannot find
A decent place to hide
Play the song on through
The broken string
Empty promises
Of hope and things
Like any force of nature
You are dangerous
What mortal cannot
Lose its SPIRIT, thus?
Smother our
Mother's generation
Whose idleness and vanity
Destroyed our glorious nation
Punk was not severe enough
For empty promises
Forcefed in youth to us
This song is short, mean, and overplayed
To take it in stride, well, that's okay
Aha, empty promises!
