Born Mad
I was born mad
And I blame you
I blame my brothers, and I blame my mom and dad
I blame the world for cursing me with youth
And I can be vicious
I will make you take a long look at your bones
The stuff that makes you shiver when you're alone
I'll make you swallow it, 'cuz I can't touch my own
Everybody gets a trophy
But nobody ever wins
In Generation Whine
I'll die here in my caste
Cuz I'll never be a favorite son
Somebody is to blame
Somebody authored all the shame
Just point at who wrote mine
And imagine what I'll do
They gave me pills
I've been talked down from too many windowsills
I've stained countless couches with the guts I've spilled
And all of that just left me feeling ill
So strap me in
Show me how the human race was born in sin
Tell me why that human face does not fit in
Give me the reason why the rapture can't begin
Everybody gets a trophy
But nobody ever wins
In Generation Whine
I'll die here in my caste
Cuz I'll never be a favorite son
Somebody is to blame
Somebody authored all the shame
Just point at who wrote mine
And imagine what I'll do
When I get a gun
Everybody gets a trophy
But nobody ever wins
In Generation Whine
I'll die here in my caste
Cuz I'll never be a favorite son
Somebody is to blame
Somebody authored all the shame
Just point at who wrote mine
And imagine what I'll do
And I blame you
I blame my brothers, and I blame my mom and dad
I blame the world for cursing me with youth
And I can be vicious
I will make you take a long look at your bones
The stuff that makes you shiver when you're alone
I'll make you swallow it, 'cuz I can't touch my own
Everybody gets a trophy
But nobody ever wins
In Generation Whine
I'll die here in my caste
Cuz I'll never be a favorite son
Somebody is to blame
Somebody authored all the shame
Just point at who wrote mine
And imagine what I'll do
They gave me pills
I've been talked down from too many windowsills
I've stained countless couches with the guts I've spilled
And all of that just left me feeling ill
So strap me in
Show me how the human race was born in sin
Tell me why that human face does not fit in
Give me the reason why the rapture can't begin
Everybody gets a trophy
But nobody ever wins
In Generation Whine
I'll die here in my caste
Cuz I'll never be a favorite son
Somebody is to blame
Somebody authored all the shame
Just point at who wrote mine
And imagine what I'll do
When I get a gun
Everybody gets a trophy
But nobody ever wins
In Generation Whine
I'll die here in my caste
Cuz I'll never be a favorite son
Somebody is to blame
Somebody authored all the shame
Just point at who wrote mine
And imagine what I'll do
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Writer(s): Jacob Cassman
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