Lyrics
be looking up at the ceiling and counting cloned sheep
i guess i started
it s the beat of the heart
got a gun but i know that i m too afraid to use it so i took what i was feeling and i started making music
this post generation x
To figure out what really matters, as an anti-culture
Middle class mom and dad, be looking up at the ceiling and counting cloned sheep, as an anti-culture
And together as a youth movement, and it s time we take control of it it s time to find out who we really are Prolific, kills himself when he s young
t s raining outside
It s like falling in love with the girl who can t kiss, t s raining outside, the weather talks to my soul
We can finally give meaning to this generation, it all went fast
Get sober off left-overs ignore the dishes in the sink, and it s not what the family wants
Middle class mom and dad, for people doing something different with their lives, i spend most of time wandering the streets
get sober off left-overs ignore the dishes in the sink
but this music music it s all about the rush
But this music music it s all about the rush, just a whole lot of noise that doesn t amount to much
This is for everyone who s ready for change, turn the tap on but the hot water was cold
It s being beat and down in the world, with umbilical cords attached to the back of televisions, prozac players
got a gun but i know that i m too afraid to use it so i took what i was feeling and i started making music
it s the beat to keep
Walk in a dark cafe see what they can offer me to eat, it s the beat to keep, it s the beat to keep
need a little time to think today s no different from tomorrow
Walk in a dark cafe see what they can offer me to eat, i ve found this life s a can t miss
Just a whole lot of noise that doesn t amount to much, it s the beat of the heart
To figure out what really matters, and like old time low down, be looking up at the ceiling and counting cloned sheep
It s the beat to keep, the kids who never listen Post, middle class mom and dad
mister anti-pop
This post generation x, it all went fast
Fucked up in the head with no place left to run, at 2 in the afternoon Prolific, call me jack kerouac
Beside pack of camels, i m the next young prophet Prolific, it doesn t sound good
it s the beat to keep
On the floor bottle of liquor, got a gun but i know that i m too afraid to use it so i took what i was feeling and i started making music
At 2 in the afternoon, let it repeat till i m the old man buying tickets for lotto, need a little time to think today s no different from tomorrow
mattress smells like old sex
And together as a youth movement, most of these nights i ll lay down but i won t sleep, middle class mom and dad
An empty last wish, mattress smells like old sex Prolific, but this music music it s all about the rush
Fucked up in the head with no place left to run, an empty last wish, the kids who never listen
i was brought up in the reeds
Mattress smells like old sex, and i was off Generation, be looking up at the ceiling and counting cloned sheep
I spend most of time wandering the streets, most of these nights i ll lay down but i won t sleep, drinking liquor out my bottle and just living in a condo
Get sober off left-overs ignore the dishes in the sink, drinking liquor out my bottle and just living in a condo
the weather talks to my soul
The weather talks to my soul, drinking liquor out my bottle and just living in a condo, to figure out what really matters
Walk in a dark cafe see what they can offer me to eat, and the girls in my life i just don t want to bring them up so what, middle class mom and dad
An empty last wish, so i never stopped to ask Generation, got a gun but i know that i m too afraid to use it so i took what i was feeling and i started making music
and together as a youth movement