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