free Tibet
I know something you don't know. *prances around*... Sometimes, well quite often, I take to writing songs. If you knew that, stop watching me through my window.
Generation Useless
I want something good to fight for
I want something great to die for
our parents had the chance
our parents had the choice
you could be the beaten
you could be the peaceful protestor
you could be the chanting and ranting
on national TV we would watch
you got a cause
ma' and pop caused it
we regard you with awe
we regard you with respect
as you smoke a fat one
as you love and take away the pain
we remember your cause
we remember your action
you were the last one to die
you were the hunter of red
you were the front man
died to finish where you began
you let us swear no more
we got the instinct
we got the short end
as you trained a new soldier
as you watch us fight one another
we wonder why, why, what now
we got nothing
but it's me generation now
but I want my war
but what will show my nobility
but you got yours and they got theirs
and we got no one but ourselves
so we take the alleys and we die for allies
I am brought to your perfect world
I have no man keeping me down
I got the better world you wanted
I am the pasts benefactor
I am just as good as you
I know you can't see cause I can't show
I am not what you wanted
and your perfect world's no good for me
IF you actually think about what the lyrics mean why don't you comment. I'd like to hear from you.