Generation Y

Written by：Tim Smith

Between the war and apocalypse

A crowd of us doesn't fit

Standing here with hands on hips

In a ditch by the super highway

Terrorists on a tourist trip

The pacifist bomb squad blown to bits

I'm wondering what makes me tick

And I feel foolish singing my way

Generation Y with a jaundiced eye

Don't know what I'm doing here

Motivate and make us grow

Let it go and watch us die

Generation Y with a wounded eye

In a post modern shed on the edge

Of town the work force rallies with

A weary frown all they want to do

Is burn it down sick of this and

A week to payday

Taking orders from a sacred cow

A revolution with an empty round

Jesus christ wouldn't draw a crowd

I slept like a pig through Mayday

Generation Y with a jaundiced eye

Don't know what I'm doing here

Motivate and make us grow

Let it go and watch us die

Generation Y with a wounded eye

Don't know what I'm doing here

This world makes me feel undressed

Encourages me to get depressed

Drugs me up until I'm powerless

Steals the wheel I was holding onto

Offers something that

I can't resist between a clenched

Fist and a kiss like a smokescreen

In the mist three jeers

'Cause I belong to

Generation Y with a jaundiced eye

Don't know what I'm doing here

Motivate and make us grow

Let it go and watch us die

Generation Y with a wounded eye

Don't know what I'm doing here

Generation Y with a lazy eye

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