Generation Y Songtext
von T.V. 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

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

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 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

Generation Y with a lazy eye. Ask Generation Y, you'll get no reply