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The Kids Are
My First Time
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Kids doing fentanyl
They're busy watching, all
The Hate, glued to their phones
They're getting high alone
Kids are doing heroin
They're unemployed again
Lazy fucks that wanna spend
Time getting off their heads
The kids are smoking all the weed
They don't know how to speak
Haven't had a working week
And they no longer read
The kids are doing pink cocaine
Getting everything shaved
Boy, you're rotten to the brain
We're just numb to the pain
You make me feel like I'm running with my eyes closed
I'm coming up, I'm driving 90 down a high road
We're taking god knows what, can't live without a rush
I stay inside, live my life through my Iphone
They are awful little monsters that are crawling up the wall
They are draining, fucking, fighting, this is how a country falls
Cause the kids are doing ketamine
They're all living in
A world that's not the real thing
It's such a shame to think
That kids are out there huffing paint
Wanting internet fame
And Changing their god given name
And how their bodies made
You make me feel like I'm running with my eyes closed
I'm coming up, I'm driving 90 down a high road
We're taking god knows what, can't live without a rush
I stay inside, live my life through my Iphone
If you tell me that's all I'm worth
Just bones and meat that's made to work
Then how can I want to live on?
I'm nothing if I'm not someone
I'm too ashamed to tell ya
What's the point in staying strong?
Oh When the time I had was stolen
And the chance of being young
Was squeezed between the same brick walls
I couldn't speak to anyone
When you've got that time to think
You think about being human
When we're worked like fucking horses
Taught as kids we should provide
You need a house, degree, a family
Retire when you die
And the 1% are dancing
On the graves of working men
And they pump money into parties
That tax everyone but them
The Kids are taking ozempic
Getting violently sick
They think the world owes them a gift
What an entitled bitch
Kids are faking OCD
And have anxiety
But what do they have to worry?
Why don't they pity me?
You make me feel like I'm running with my eyes closed
I'm coming up, I'm driving 90 down a high road
We're taking god knows what, can't live without a rush
I stay inside, live my life through my Iphone
You make me feel like I'm
You make me feel like I'm
You make me feel like I'm running, like i'm running, like I'm
You make me feel like I'm, You make me feel like I'm
You make me feel like I'm running with my eyes closed
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