In a violent place we can call our country

Is a mixed up man and I guess that's me

The sun's in the sky but the storm never seems to end

It's a place of sorrow but we call it a home

And the darkest thoughts, yeah I guess they're my own

There's wealth in the bank but there's nothing to show inside



In a special place that I call my life

The father was cruel and he lost his wife

But I don't see either cos I live across the street

It's a beautiful thing when it starts to rain

A man who drinks just to drown the pain

And I can't stop from dreaming there's something else



We are a fucked up generation

It's cloudy now

We gotta get out of here

It's cloudy now