we're on a treasure hunt with a map that's full of lies
that hallowed spot with the X mark is just a treadmill in disguise
you arrive there with your shovel and a bag to take away the loot
and wind up running nowhere with your faithful dog Astro at your side

as lonely as a long-distance runner
you try to make the goal
you dig until your fingers bleed
and wind up in an empty hole

when my generation was in diapers we could recognize their brand name
every time we saw the Pampers logo we knew it was time for a change
it's no wonder our nickname is Generation X
we thought we'd inherit a Utopia but now we see it was a hoax

as lonely as a long-distance runner
you try to make the goal
you dig until your fingers bleed
and wind up in an empty hole

our music will never be loud enough
to block out the cries of the poor
and our drugs will never be strong enough
to ignore the scratching at the door
some of us will fall into line
and swear by our parents code
but most of us will slip out of sight
and do whatever it takes to keep out of the cold

we were the first to come home after school to an empty house
and we're still desperately trying to find a home
they took away our mothers milk, and left us a plastic pacifier
and we're still sucking trying to find marrow in an empty bone

My generation, m-m-m- my generation
people try to put us down just because we get around
just because we get around, just because we get around

Posted Saturday, February 13th 2010