In a dangerous place that we'll call home
Lives a confused person whom we'll call "me"
And though it's sunny there are a lot of grey people
In a kinda gross place that we'll call home
Lives a confused person whom we'll call "me"
Since though there is money there are a lot of poor people
It's cloudy now...
In a kinda worrying place that we'll call home
The parents separate so it'll be better
But my home is between a street and a street
In a kinda scary place that we'll call home
A person there drinks one bottle after another
That person is exactly my dad
Maybe it's cloudy now...
We're a fucked generation
It's cloudy now
We're a fucked generation
It's cloudy now
We want to get out of here
It's cloudy now
We're a fucked generation
It's all cloudy now