I'm sick and tired of apathy and Cobain tributes
Buy some time and make a bid for generation Y
Why can't I get it together?
Meet me tonight on MySpace I'll be there waiting
A back lit sky could be nuclear or just a late sunrise
Oh rise, The day is waiting
Another stolen glance on a Friday night
But you could never know
(That this is not a life, it is an addiction)
Across the bar, I watch you dance
But never mind
It's over now for generation Y
French Vogue knows that spiders cling to models faces
Another high-rise, a facsimile of the mottoes of our youth
So long ago I don't recall them
A beating heart in a dark club
You're not from the town that I grew up in
My friends do all the things that other folks do
To keep the world from closing in
Take my hand and come back
To the town that I grew up in
Another stolen glance
(Throw out all the clothes you own)
On a Friday night
(Throw out all the things you know)
You could never know
(This is not a life it is an addiction)
Across the bar
(Throw out all your comfy shoes)
I watch you dance
(Throw out all your videos)
We never mind, it's over now for generation Y