I just want to tell the great doomsday story of our generation, Though no one wants to listen, no one wants to see it I know that there is something happening here… I never heard my Daddy say son I believe in you whatever you do I never made a penny from any song I´ve written but I always feel like singing to you So i ask, where have all the good people gone - Or is this just a doomsday story? I like to see the Buddha speaking with Elijah, man I´d write those tongues of fire right down I´d like to see Nietzsche grabbing that whipped horse, I´d say stick the course In cafe´s of Paris, drinking red wine beauty, Rimbaud and me deranging our senses In Russia with the Wolves on a mad dash from prison, Dostoyevsky me and freedom… So I ask - where have all the good people gone, Or is this just a doomday story….