100 Years of Solitude
All around you slow decay
You want to feel the sun of a new day
Forget the chances that you lost
You're shedding innocence like falling dust
All the things you learnt too young
The songs you knew but you never sung
You waited a lifetime and wasted more
Forgotten what you waited for
Excuse me 'mam for being so rude
Feels like 100 years of solitude
My mind is numb, my mouth's OK
You can listen or just walk away
No solution's built to last
Just your petty scores to settle fast
The NME meant nothing to you
And the Maker well, the maker of who?
You're walkman generation
In search of sweet sedation
While forests choke under a lever sky
And the Exxon birds that'll never fly
Excuse me 'mam for being so rude
Feels like 100 years of solitude
My mind is numb, my mouth's OK
You can listen or just walk away
We cried, We tried
We failed, We lied
This life's like one white knuckle ride
Crack babies born too you
And LA kids who'll dance to the gun
Forget this so called dirt of mine
It's just the dust and diesel of the passing time
It's all around you
It's a tragedy look
So forget the cover and just read the book
Excuse me 'mam for being so rude
Feels like 100 years of solitude
My mind is numb, my mouth's OK
You can listen or just walk away
You want to feel the sun of a new day
Forget the chances that you lost
You're shedding innocence like falling dust
All the things you learnt too young
The songs you knew but you never sung
You waited a lifetime and wasted more
Forgotten what you waited for
Excuse me 'mam for being so rude
Feels like 100 years of solitude
My mind is numb, my mouth's OK
You can listen or just walk away
No solution's built to last
Just your petty scores to settle fast
The NME meant nothing to you
And the Maker well, the maker of who?
You're walkman generation
In search of sweet sedation
While forests choke under a lever sky
And the Exxon birds that'll never fly
Excuse me 'mam for being so rude
Feels like 100 years of solitude
My mind is numb, my mouth's OK
You can listen or just walk away
We cried, We tried
We failed, We lied
This life's like one white knuckle ride
Crack babies born too you
And LA kids who'll dance to the gun
Forget this so called dirt of mine
It's just the dust and diesel of the passing time
It's all around you
It's a tragedy look
So forget the cover and just read the book
Excuse me 'mam for being so rude
Feels like 100 years of solitude
My mind is numb, my mouth's OK
You can listen or just walk away
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Chadwick, Charles Kenton Heather, Jeremy Cunningham, Simon Friend, Jonathan Sevink
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