I'm a lazy, entitled, a petulant little monkey
An STD, a riddle, the telephone junkie
Tests reveal nothing, the state's got my money now
I look for badges and tragic notifications
I tip my hat at the cheapest of imitation
A show of hair may be damage my reputation
And down, so I don't get out
I race around the house in a frenzied infatuation
The lens of the living dead, the limits of imagination
My dearest, my dedication, my mirror, my medication
I dose with no hesitation, eight ways, the generation of me
Generation of me
Generation of me
Oh yeah
I took a stab at my better half
Slept in the back of the hearse
I did it all for a photograph, a good second verse
Or whatever works
You oughta shown how you're blowin' up
And I only wanted a shirt
Don't ever count on me showin' up
I did sense the curse of deceiving the least
But I tried to help, but I don't really make it
Well, the faster the matters, we're growin' up fast
There's a chaos that we built in the graduating class
Keeps on breakin' up with the future, mistakin' it for the past
But what if it doesn't take us back?
Don't it freak you out?
Don't it freak you out?
Don't it freak you out?
Don't it freak you out?
Don't it freak you out?
Hey, surround the room in a tomb of my masturbation
Allergic to confrontation, I text every conversation
One nation under the thumb of behavior
Optimization, sedation, summer vacation
Go pay for the generation to me
The generation to me
The generation to me
The generation to me
The generation to me