Blue lights
Gun fights
Drug runs
The police come
Long nights
Dry eyes
No friends
Just dead ends
Oh oh
The big bang shot by God's hand
The boomer generation have my life planned
And I'm holding on
But the silence is done
Oh oh
Fight son
Oh oh
Fight son
Oh oh
Fight son
Oh oh
Fight
Ph
Fight son
The judge finds he didn't do the crime
His face fits so he'll do the time
And he's locked away
As his sanity fades
The white lines they're my second nature
I'm not your sister and you're not my saviour
So don't you waste your time
Saving a lunatics mind
The big bang shot by God's hand
The boomer generation have my life planned
And I'm holding on
But the silence is done
Oh oh
Fight son
Oh oh
Fight son
Oh oh
Fight
Oh no no no no
The tv screen its like my bible
It might sound blasphemous but did you see the episode
Where his brains explode
And politics it don't mean shit to me
'Cause I'm too young to know what all that means
No none of it matters
Until your freedom shatters
Oh
The big bang shot by God's hand
The boomer generation have my life planned
And I'm holding on
But the silence is done
Oh oh
Fight son
Oh oh
Fight son
Oh oh
Fight son
Oh Fight
Oh oh
Fight son
Fight son
Fight son
Fight
Oh
Fight son