Lady Arduriel
12-29-2003, 02:59 PM
this is for all the teenagers of America and their clueless parents....
It's late at night and nothing's right
although you have turned out the light
we're still here, forgotten, and
left to your hired hands
but we have a voice, no matter
if you're aware, if hell dies tomorrow
we'll be here anyway
we'll be here anyway
and if you wonder who we are
I'll tell you though you should know
we're your sons, your daughters
but we're minors so we don't matter
no we don't matter to you
It's all about the status quo
don't lie because I've watched you
you've got a boring job that goes too late
wonder why we don't come back from dates
well, we learned it all from you
negligence is catching, babe it's true
but we care anyway
yeah we care anyway
hear that beat, it's
our lonely song indeed
it's nothing that you want to hear
but it's due time I fear
how many lives are going to end
before you learn the names of our friends
how many headlines will it take
before you don't stay out so late
wish I could, wish I may
damn you all to hell
but I need you as well
(who are we?!)
and now you wonder who we are
I'll tell you though you should know
we are your sons (not your bastards anymore!)
we're your daughters (a person not a little whore!)
but we're minors so we don't matter
no we don't, don't matter to you...
but hell we're here anyway
It's late at night and nothing's right
although you have turned out the light
we're still here, forgotten, and
left to your hired hands
but we have a voice, no matter
if you're aware, if hell dies tomorrow
we'll be here anyway
we'll be here anyway
and if you wonder who we are
I'll tell you though you should know
we're your sons, your daughters
but we're minors so we don't matter
no we don't matter to you
It's all about the status quo
don't lie because I've watched you
you've got a boring job that goes too late
wonder why we don't come back from dates
well, we learned it all from you
negligence is catching, babe it's true
but we care anyway
yeah we care anyway
hear that beat, it's
our lonely song indeed
it's nothing that you want to hear
but it's due time I fear
how many lives are going to end
before you learn the names of our friends
how many headlines will it take
before you don't stay out so late
wish I could, wish I may
damn you all to hell
but I need you as well
(who are we?!)
and now you wonder who we are
I'll tell you though you should know
we are your sons (not your bastards anymore!)
we're your daughters (a person not a little whore!)
but we're minors so we don't matter
no we don't, don't matter to you...
but hell we're here anyway