Generation Y - TV Smith

Between the war and apocalypse, a crowd of us doesn’t fit, standing here with

hands on hips in a ditch by the super-highway

Terrorists on a tourist trip, the pacifist bomb squad blown to bits,

i’m wondering what makes me tick and I feel foolish singing My Way

Generation Y with a jaundiced eye, I don’t know what I’m doing here,

motivate and make us grow, let it go and watch us die, Generation Y with a

wounded eye

In a post-modern shed on the edge of town the work force rallies with a weary

frown all they want to do is burn it down sick of this and a week to payday,

taking orders from a sacred cow a revolution with an empty round,

Jesus Christ wouldn’t draw a crowd, I slept like a pig through Mayday

This world makes me feel undressed, encourages me to get depressed,

drugs me up until I’m powerless, steals the wheel I was holding onto,

offers something that I can’t resist between a clenched fist and a kiss like a

smokescreen in the mist three jeers 'cause I belong to…

Generation Y with a lazy eye.

Ask Generation Y, you’ll get no reply