Wednesday 29th 2021f September 2021
updated: 10-Jun-2003

Generation Y

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, I 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


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 lazy eye. Ask Generation Y, you'll get no reply.

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