Bored Of Math - The Ghost Of A Thousand

Can I get a scream, from all the back row?

A teeth shine and a bloodied chorus?

A 'help me, I’m sailing off the edge of fucking feeling'?

I really, really, really need forever

All the days I spend in my youth

A black lung, a black time

A generation bored out of their minds

It’s a long dead thing

God loves a dealing fiend

It’s a long dead thing

God loves a screaming queen

It’s a long dead thing

God loves us gold mine kings

It’s a long dead war…

Time to start sniffing glue again

Punk rock needs you again

Time to start spitting blood again

Punk rock needs you again

What a dirty war?

Generations over and done

A black lung a black time

A generation bored out of their minds

Punk rock needs you again

Generation X is dead

Punk rock needs you again

Generation X is dead

Let’s ride!

Light a match for the fires of hell

Damn right!

Generation X is dead