She burns under streetlights and her hair is perfect coal
She's made of pale clay and I'll twist her into shape
And I watch as my fingers fall out
They were never much use to me anyway
And I watch as she opens her mouth
She never has much to say
I was never good at being alive
That doesn't mean that I don't deserve a chance
I was never good at being high
I wish I could show her it's in the past
Generation gap slides between my teeth
Let the river run red through the streets of anxiety
And I watch as my fingers fall out
No, they were never much use to me anyway
And I watch as her skin falls down
I want to see what's underneath
I was never good at being alive
That doesn't mean that I don't deserve a chance
I was never good at being high
I wish I could show her it's in the past
Outside the hospital a small boy saw me
He put his six gun under my chin and he looked me dead in the eye
And he said "My generation is dead."
My generation is dead.
I was never good at being alive
That doesn't mean that I don't deserve a chance
I was never good at being high
I wish I could show her it's in the past
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