My Generation - Apoc

We’re useless!

A whole generation been rendered ineffectual

We’re stupid!

A whole generation bent anti-intellectual

Talkin' ‘bout my Xanax-takin',

Vacant, baitin' doom, complacent,

Agin' awaitin' an explanation

Employer hatin', still wage slavin'

Failin', fakin', chasin' validation

Creatin' waste ‘n devastation

Video game playin', mistake makin'

Lost, forsaken generation

Never gonna quit, no we’re never gonna stop

Look at what we copped, look at what we got

Everything’s cool, yeah, everything’s hot

I’m so counterculture, man, look at where I shop

Look at what I dropped, look at what I rock

Bought myself some meaning and a fresh new top

A feeling of importance ‘n some threads to jock

Such a fucking rebel when I hit the block

Every generation wants to be the last (be the last)

Every generation wants to eat the past (eat the past)

In a world where compassion is fashion, meaning’s just another object in the

marketplace

‘N in a world where convenience is king, beauty’s just another shopping center

parking space

We so fresh-fresh

We so fly-fly

So who the best dressed?

Don’t you lie-lie

So you can stress-stress

We say ‘why-why?'

‘N we so reckless

We just buy-buy

I saw the best minds of my generation

Reduced to priests of prosaic imitation

Angel-headed hipsters burning their donations

Not learning from mistakes ‘n yearning for the days end

An entire vanguard, vain ‘n self-obsessed

Drunk on false pride, nursed from fake breasts

The triumph of the ad age: authenticity’s death

Empty fascinations lacking insight ‘n depth

History’s just an aesthetic, that’s all it is

Gotta push it to the peasants in a hers ‘n his

Just put it all on credit, man, it’s strictly biz

There ain’t no time like the present to completely miss