Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Generation Loss, artist - Spanish Love Songs. Album song Brave Faces Everyone, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 06.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pure Noise
Song language: English
Generation Loss |
You twenty-nine year panic attack |
You’re not the fashionable kind |
The kind where you wake up and say |
«Man I just want to survive.» |
But this world is short on empathy |
You got out of your parent’s place |
Started making money |
Crashed your car and now they want your laces |
And they gave you just enough |
To make you feel like you fucked up |
When you realized you couldn’t keep yourself clean |
Kid you’re not half bad |
Could even be more than your dad |
So why’re you complaining |
If they’re not listening? |
'Cause we’re just so fucking tired |
Of explaining ourselves |
We throw a pill down our throats |
Or ourselves into the ocean |
'Cause half our friends are dead |
The other half are depressed |
In this budget rate life |
The borderline’s looking thin |
Driving out into the water |
'Cause you took that leap of faith |
All I see is you floating |
So I turn my stereo up |
You’re living bender to bender |
I only saw you when we were high |
You’re finally touching down |
And I’m folding |
But you said «enough is not enough» |
You always feel like you fucked up |
So what’s the point of keeping yourself in line? |
They won’t name you in the papers |
I see you out past the breakers |
That same smile you’ve had since you were five |
'Cause we’re just so fucking tired |
Of explaining ourselves |
We throw a pill down our throats |
Or ourselves into the ocean |
'Cause half our friends are dead |
The other half are depressed |
In this budget rate life |
The borderline’s looking thin |
I know that life is long enough |
Didn’t think you’d speed it up |
Feel selfish that we still want you alive |
The memorial wasn’t bad |
Some people tried to understand |
Thought you were complaining |
But we weren’t listening |
'Cause we’re just so fucking tired |
Of explaining ourselves |
We throw a pill down our throats |
Or ourselves into the ocean |
'Cause half our friends are dead |
The other half are depressed |
In this budget rate life |
The borderline’s looking thin |
So we throw ourselves into the ocean |