in a violent place we can call our country is a mixed up man the sun's in the sky and i guess thats me.
but the storm never seems to end. yeah, i guess they're my own its a place of sorrow but we call it a home. and the darkest thoughts there's wealth in the bank
but there's nothing to show inside. its cloudy now (x3) its getting cloudy now
in a special place that i call my life the father was cruel and he lost his wife but i don't see either its a beautiful thing cause i live across the street
when it starts to rain there's something else. a man who drinks just to drown the pain and i can't stop from dreaming
its cloudy now (x3)
its getting cloudy now.. we are a f*cked up generation it's cloudy now a f*cked up generation it's cloudy now we gotta get out of here a f*cked up generation it's cloudy now it's cloudy now ...