Between the war and apocalypse A crowd of us doesn't fit Standing here with hands on hips In a ditch by the super-highway Terrorists on a tourist Trip the pacifist bomb squad blown to bits I'm wondering what makes me tick And I feel foolish singing My Way Generation Y with a jaundiced eye I don't know what I'm doing here Motivate and make us grow Let it go and watch us die Generation Y with a wounded eye In a post-modern shed on the edge of town The work force rallies with a weary frown All they want to do is burn It down sick of this and a week to payday Taking orders from a sacred cow A revolution with an empty round Jesus Christ wouldn't draw a crowd I slept like a pig through Mayday Generation Y with a jaundiced eye I don't know what I'm doing here Motivate and make us grow Let it go and watch us die Generation Y with a wounded eye This world makes me feel undressed Encourages me to get depressed Drugs me up until I'm powerless Steals the wheel I was holding onto Offers something that I can't resist Between a clenched fist and a kiss Like a smokescreen in the mist Three jeers 'cause I belong to... Generation Y with a jaundiced eye I don't know what I'm doing here Motivate and make us grow Let it go and watch us die Generation Y with a wounded eye Generation Y with a lazy eye. Ask Generation Y, you'll get no reply