intro | //// | //// | //// /| ii | | //// | //// | //// /| (C^)| </u> | | You declared you would be three inches taller | | | You only became what we made you | | Thought you were chasing a destiny calling | | | You only earned what we gave you | | | You fell and cried as our people were starving | | | Now you know that we blame you | | You tried to walk on the trail we were carving | | | Now you know that we framed you Chorus | | | I'm the guy in the sky flying high flashing eyes | | | |() No surprise I told lies I'm the punk in the gutter | | | I'm the new president and I grew and I bent | | | | Don't you know? Don't it show? I'm the punk with the stutter | | My my my my my G-g-g-g gener-a---tion | | You know my my my G-g-g-g gener-a---tion We tried to speak between lines of oration You could only repeat what we told you Your axe belongs to a dying nation They don't know that we own you You're watching movies trying to find the feelers You only see what we show you We're the slaves of the phony leaders Breathe the air we have blown you I'm the guy in the sky, flying high, flashing eyes No surprise I told lies, I'm the punk in the gutter Whoo, I'm the new president and I grew and I bent Don't you know? Don't it show? I'm the punk with the stutter My my my my my G-g-g-g generation, You know my my my G-g-g-g generation | | | | | I have to be careful not to preach, I can't pretend that I can teach | | | | And yet I lived your future out by pounding stages like a clown | | | | | And on the dance floor broken glass, and bloody faces slowly pass | | | | | | The numbered seats in empty rows, it all belongs to me, you know OK! {repeat intro; first verse, Chorus and break}