One, two, three, four Well, I won't be caught living in a dead end job Or pray to a government content god...
One, two, three, four Well, I won't be caught living in a dead end job Or pray to a government content god No sense against them; we're here to represent To stare right in the face of the establishment I don't believe (The young are frankly nothing) Stand on my own (You get no sympathy) Wasting your youth (I'm feeling young and useless) Speak for yourself [Chorus:] Well, because we're doing fine And we don't need to be told That we're doing fine 'Cause we won't give you control And we don't need anything from you 'Cause we'll be just fine And we won't be bought and sold Just like you (A call crossing in the crowd) Calling out loud with no respect I'm not the one, just another reject I'm the voice you affect; I'll lose and protect I saw you against the great America we'll rise against Now we're desensitized (I'll be replacing nowhere) Burning the flag (a different generation) Everyone see (We hit the road, no future) Down with the mass (You better listen now) [Chorus] May I have your attention, please? I pledge allegiance to the underclass as your hero at large One, two, three, four We're the saints of degeneration We don't owe anyone an explanation F**k the the leaders; we don't need this We're the elite of disarray [Chorus]
writers: Whibley, Deryck Jason / Jocz, Stephen Martin
copyright: EMI Music Publishing
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