[Hook]
Reach for the sky, reach for the lies
Reach for the eyes that watch us die
Reach for the clouds, stars, and space
Settle for the taste of a life we waste
[Verse 1]
You can blame me and Eddy Haskell, the latchkey kids
We're the scapegoats for everything your little ba*tard did
The half of it is hidden up by the activists
The map is in division by the atlases
The oil rig's no longer the issue, go get the tissue
Misuse of innocence and youth, will finally hit you
And fat-a**ed, white, baby boomers bloated with cell phone tumors
Break out the social collapse. Witness the rumors
Fire and brimstone, blame it on gen: Jones
Then Pa** the buck with your tweet status and cell phones
Label me late of gen: X, Early of Y-bother?
I'm past sitting on a school of thought that I father
So with the moral collapse and the reversion to tribes
We bury all of our minds in the texts we scribe
We leave d**h and the gloom for the blog with the news
And in cocoons, we're growing wings we'll never use
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
I feel the itch in my flesh, I react, call my mother
I feel the ache in my chest, and my heart, slowly is smothered
I can't see what the f** they're trying to show me now
I can't get over lies, in my eyes, and now they slow me down
I'd think of a new way to pray, but I know I'd waste time
The salt over the lime in the wounds of my crime
Rehearsed speech dispersed, and broke the tele-screen
Shaking his plastic face, maybe it's Maybelline
Credentialism is dead, socialism is pa**ed
What good is all the consensus with a hand up its a**?
Generation Jones puppet with a wrist for bones
A hermit crab of the past, looking for gla** homes
Over phones wave for the U.S. of A
[Hook]