The apple rots far from family tree,
Unless you're the public enemy
Kids these days, sing their praise
When self expression is stranded,
Lost at sea, eyes transfixed on the tv
Kids these days, we'll coin the phrase
Maybe growing up too fast, yeah having too much fun,
Watch the world turn to shit
I had a dream I elected myself president,
The problem is I'm a lunatic and now you're vulnerable
Kids these days, come on sing their praise
The year's 2005, the lucid minds of youth cannot strive
The optimism we had has been withdrawn
Erratic personalities exposed from the movies,
Which somehow turned black to white
It's not all black and white, wrong or right
From the day we're born, prepare for the day we die
Death bed not the locale to lay and lie
Lay and lie, lay and lie, devoted to verity till I die
Lay and lie, lay and lie, devoted to verity till I die
I had a dream about kids these days