| Lyrics: | (Dave on lead)
My poor generation,
we're on for the ride,
an ocean of
choices,
pulled out on the tide.
We're handed a beach ball,
(All)
and told to
pick a side.
(Dave)
We're drowned in information.
(All)
My poor
generation.
(All)
My poor generation
don't know what it means,
the shock of the
mountain
compared to magazines.
(All)
Is it timeless and holy,
or just a hill
of beans?
(Dave |