The Youth Lyrics

Nightmare sitting there, leaning back in your electric chair

Time flies. Who knows where you lost the will to even care. 

What are you doing now? 

Sitting around

Instead of picking them up

Putting them down

 

Your question gives the game away

The dumbest thing you’ll ever say: what’s the problem with the youth today?

The dumbest thing you’ll ever say: what’s the problem with the youth today?

 

You turn a blind eye when you should turn the other cheek

These are mean streets no place for the weak 

When the lights go down on your winning streak

You hold your tongue when you should speak

What are you doing now? 

Hanging around

Instead of picking them up

Putting them down

 

Your question gives the game away

The dumbest thing you’ll ever say: what’s the problem with the youth today?

Your question gives your game away

The dumbest thing you could ever say: what’s the problem with the youth today?

 

I swear your question gives the game away

The dumbest thing you’ll ever say: what’s the problem with the youth today?

 

What’s the problem with you today? 

Leave a comment