Nonpoint - Generation Idiot (Live) lyrics
[Nonpoint - Generation Idiot Live lyrics]
This song is the first single
Off of our album, the Poison Red
This song is called, "Generation Idiot"
Get your hands in the air! Let me hear you!
Hey, hey!
From the second that it came to life
Everything seemed fine
Things got easy enough for the masses
But the rest of us lay claim
To the same old dangerous ways
Crossin' stars, drivin' expensive cars
Plannin' our own parades
Champagne wishes, golden dishes
People linin' up just to scream your name
People livin' up to a standard made
People givin' up just to give the blame
To the same damn people that are givin' up
I say the same to people that are livin' up
It's safe to say that I'm not
Giving it a second thought
Just to waste it on a pivotal
Moment that I'm givin' up
Draw back the hammer
And I'm swinging it up and bringin' it down
Taking it over my shoulder as high as I can
And then bringin' it down
Checkin' for anythin' left
If I see breath, I'm bringin' it down
All back to back, and then I'm packin' up
Not looking for a handout
Gonna be out the door
And that's how it's gonna pan out
And you'll watch your bellies go hollow
When you have no one to follow
The dividing occupation of
The binding separation of
This generation of idiots
(Generation Idiot, Generation Idiot)
There wasn't a better idea left
To write the righteous left among
The rest of us (Goddamn)
That was a lot to be said
I'm gonna put this to bed
Until it never wakes again!
There isn't a better addiction
Than lettin' it out
Without a filter attached to the mouth
I got ninety-nine-thousand problems
(With their very own problems)
Once upon a time, people talked to people
People didn't text
What's comin' next? Just food and sex
Sleep repeat
(Food and sex) follow me, three simple steps
You want it so damn easy
Want it to you handed on a golden plate
(While the state of the world goes Watergate)
And Generation Idiot accumulates
And you'll watch your bellies go hollow
When you have no one to follow
The dividing occupation of
The binding separation of
This generation of idiots
(Generation Idiot, Generation Idiot)
Saint Petersburg!
The dividing occupation of
The binding separation of
This generation of idiots
(Generation Idiot, Generation Idiot)
The dividing occupation of
The binding separation of
This generation of idiots
You have no one to follow idiot
You have no one to follow
Off of our album, the Poison Red
This song is called, "Generation Idiot"
Get your hands in the air! Let me hear you!
Hey, hey!
From the second that it came to life
Everything seemed fine
Things got easy enough for the masses
But the rest of us lay claim
To the same old dangerous ways
Crossin' stars, drivin' expensive cars
Plannin' our own parades
Champagne wishes, golden dishes
People linin' up just to scream your name
People livin' up to a standard made
People givin' up just to give the blame
To the same damn people that are givin' up
I say the same to people that are livin' up
It's safe to say that I'm not
Giving it a second thought
Just to waste it on a pivotal
Moment that I'm givin' up
Draw back the hammer
And I'm swinging it up and bringin' it down
Taking it over my shoulder as high as I can
And then bringin' it down
Checkin' for anythin' left
If I see breath, I'm bringin' it down
All back to back, and then I'm packin' up
Not looking for a handout
Gonna be out the door
And that's how it's gonna pan out
And you'll watch your bellies go hollow
When you have no one to follow
The dividing occupation of
The binding separation of
This generation of idiots
(Generation Idiot, Generation Idiot)
There wasn't a better idea left
To write the righteous left among
The rest of us (Goddamn)
That was a lot to be said
I'm gonna put this to bed
Until it never wakes again!
There isn't a better addiction
Than lettin' it out
Without a filter attached to the mouth
I got ninety-nine-thousand problems
(With their very own problems)
Once upon a time, people talked to people
People didn't text
What's comin' next? Just food and sex
Sleep repeat
(Food and sex) follow me, three simple steps
You want it so damn easy
Want it to you handed on a golden plate
(While the state of the world goes Watergate)
And Generation Idiot accumulates
And you'll watch your bellies go hollow
When you have no one to follow
The dividing occupation of
The binding separation of
This generation of idiots
(Generation Idiot, Generation Idiot)
Saint Petersburg!
The dividing occupation of
The binding separation of
This generation of idiots
(Generation Idiot, Generation Idiot)
The dividing occupation of
The binding separation of
This generation of idiots
You have no one to follow idiot
You have no one to follow