Lyrics

Nightmare waiting there, leaning back in your electric chair
Time flies. Who knows where you lost the will to even care.
What are you doing now?
Hanging around
Instead of picking them up
Putting them down

I swear, I swear Your question gives the game away
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’ll 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?