[Intro]
[Verse 1]
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.
[Chorus]
Generation Y with a jaundiced eye, 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.
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Generation Y with a jaundiced eye, 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, don´t know what I´m doing here.
[Verse 3]
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...
[Chorus]
Generation Y with a jaundiced eye, 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, don´t know what I´m doing here.
Generation Y with a lazy eye.
Ask Generation Y, you ll get no reply.
