Dead - AutoJulie 3000, My Robot Friend

But before the clouds could even form

We were

Dead

We got stabbed in a fight

Our pants were too tight

Our cuts got infected

Ate food that never got digested

Dead

We were

Dead

We had lots of special plans (they filled our heads)

Blew away like tiny grains of sand

When we were

Dead

Diarrhea

Gonorrhea

We smoked in our beds

Got crushed by the books we never read

We were

Dead

Talking bout my generation (we never did a thing)

Talking about the entire nation

Makes me wanna say

Dead