The doors are locked, but they’re breakin on through The sins of the past are comin' for you Feels like we’re all livin' on reruns It won’t be long before we can’t get along
Hiding in the shadows dressed in rags Don’t forget your goody bags What used to be fun has now taken a turn The whole damn thing has started to burn
Generation breakdown... I’m in a generation breakdown
Coulda, shoulda, woulda is the battle cry Too many copies and time gone by Can’t do this and you can’t say that It's lookin kinda thin from where I’m at
Generation breakdown... I’m in a generation breakdown
Breakin on down and we're goin fast At this pace, it just can’t last Between what is and what should never be There’s generation breakdown vanity
