Use your songs to bring them back to life
Use your mind to make them cry when you die
Nothing is going to change at all, if you don’t care
Say those little words you thought before
Say your sacrifice is your best friend close
Say your sacrifice is yours
Use the mimes behind a song
Use the guns behind the drums
We are loser because all we have is our dreams
Where’s the point when you try
Be a hero, when you’re shy?
And those people have no heart
And no imagination
We are the slacker generation
Uh, laziness and procrastination
A huge waste of flesh and bones, that could be
Used by you and by me
Make them cry, when you die
Make them cry, when you pass by
Make them want to be like you
Even if you’re not you
It’s our time, it’s on your mind
Make it worth and please, don’t cry
Because all we need is to control them
As they controlled us
We won’t do anything to them
But they deserve
It’s our time, it’s on your mind
Make it worth and please, don’t cry
Because all we need is to control them
As they controlled us
Be a hero, when you’re shy?
And those people have no heart
And no imagination
We are the slacker generation
Uh, laziness and procrastination
A huge waste of flesh and bones, that could be
Used by you and by me
We love all the animals
We hate racism and
We all just agree with heresy
We say life is just what we did
Losers are lost so destructive
Checking the news on TV
We all don’t believe in luck
But we all have faith in her God
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