The Verve - Generation
I awoke to a threat that was empty, and a grandstand of I′m not through with you yet
A slamming door becomes my punctuation
I escape for a thrill ride with my friends, they agree to be temporary guardians
Man, it′s so appreciated, summer day intoxicated
With those who can relate, 2 months, a day, a wakeup
Drink it down, dear brother, their
generation
smothers you
And we′ll leave no trail to discover
Build a callus sister, they′re
generation
blisters
Another wakeup with the morning hung over, we gonna pack up or waste another killer day
Then our heads exploded, overload when we decide
Hello... we′re so out of here, hitchhike to Canada with backpacks full of cigarettes and
beer
Man, it′s so appreciated, summer day intoxicated
With those who can relate, 2 months, a day, a wakeup
Drink it down, dear brother..
Listen up dear father, your
generation
bothers me and I′ll leave you to grieve
With my mother
Build a callus sister, they′re generation blisters
Now empty your bottles and open the throttles, there′s plenty of fighting ahead
Those fists weren′t made for resting your head
Shield your eyes, dear mother, from the pain that hovers
Round the mess of a man you′ve uncovered
Drink it down, dear brother...
We′ll blister
A slamming door becomes my punctuation
I escape for a thrill ride with my friends, they agree to be temporary guardians
Man, it′s so appreciated, summer day intoxicated
With those who can relate, 2 months, a day, a wakeup
Drink it down, dear brother, their
generation
smothers you
And we′ll leave no trail to discover
Build a callus sister, they′re
generation
blisters
Another wakeup with the morning hung over, we gonna pack up or waste another killer day
Then our heads exploded, overload when we decide
Hello... we′re so out of here, hitchhike to Canada with backpacks full of cigarettes and
beer
Man, it′s so appreciated, summer day intoxicated
With those who can relate, 2 months, a day, a wakeup
Drink it down, dear brother..
Listen up dear father, your
generation
bothers me and I′ll leave you to grieve
With my mother
Build a callus sister, they′re generation blisters
Now empty your bottles and open the throttles, there′s plenty of fighting ahead
Those fists weren′t made for resting your head
Shield your eyes, dear mother, from the pain that hovers
Round the mess of a man you′ve uncovered
Drink it down, dear brother...
We′ll blister
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