Two Cent Sam - My Generation

Rang my line
Don't know why you would call me up
Round a quarter to six
Expired time
Hearing chimes of a microwave
And now you supper is fixed

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Your status updates meaning more than you'll ever know
Than going out in the street
Been getting antsy for what your future holds
You'll probably die in a sleep
And there's never the time
For the ones at our side
You've got your back lit device
And your preoccupied

Is my generation's skin thicker than this
Yeah
My generation's busy being nothing
Were so needy and fools
Are making our rules yeah
They're making our rules yeah

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Never mind your patience is just so hard to find
And you're never tuned in
Before the bright lights of new ways start to shine
They say you never will win
And we don't have the time
For the ones at our side
You got your backlit device
And, and, and your
Preoccupied

Is my generation's skin thicker than this
Yeah
My generation's busy being nothing
So needy and fools
When they're making our rules yeah
They're making our rules yeah

Time's marching on
There's no going back
There's no slowing down
So what you crying for
And times marching on
There's no going back
So what you crying for
So what you crying for

My generation slobbers over their kids
Yeah
My generation's busy being nothing
And so needy the fools
When they're making our rules yeah
They're making our rules yeah
They're making our rules yeah
They're making our rules yeah

Written by:
Michael Logiudice

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