Dead Indian - Big Grey Sky lyrics

And all the children unaware of their raising To look back in retrospect and then cry And all the old men in old houses with their chest pains Wondering where the hell to go when they die And all the tweakers tumbling, stumbling through the day glow Raving, misbehaving in our nights Banging, rearranging their heads at our rock n' roll shows Find some dust, tap the vein and ignite Are we free now Can we breathe now Big grey sky Big grey sky Are we free now Can we breathe now Big grey sky Big grey sky All the hipsters dream in stoic coffee houses Waking, dying smoking spirits in their vans And bourgoise mamas and papas pay for penthouses While we piss and moan about the man And all the girls left pining right where we left them In apartments filled with books and bad zen Pleading with our god to forgive us For what we've done and what we will do again Are we free now Can we breathe now Big grey sky Big grey sky Are we free now Can we breathe now Big grey sky Big grey sky