I wonder if it is ever too much to get free in our time
Not having oughts to come through and just no one to obey
I see my generation of lost troubled minds
The only good grade of all is to laugh at the hereafter
But I got the feeling that the jesus would forget them all
For the simple reason he got nothing to do at all
Today I crush my head, as joy just fight anger
I clunch my teeth at this time when joy can just fight anger
But I got the feeling that the jesus would forget me too
For the simple reason he got nothing else to do
But I got the feeling that the jesus would forget them all
For the simple reason he got nothing to do at all