in a violent place we can call our country is a mixed up man and i guess thats me. the sun's in the sky but the storm never seems to end.
its 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.
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 cause i live across the street
its 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.
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 it's cloudy now a f*cked up generation it's cloudy now ...