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

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

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
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

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