Gen X, We Ain’t Dead Yet

Yeah. This one goes out to everybody still paying off the

1984 Camaro. Wake up at noon with a head full of Static-X.

MTV's playing re-runs, Beavis laughing at my life. Mom's downstairs yelling 'bout the phone

bill again. I'm thumbing through Thrasher. Dreaming 'bout the half-pipe man.

Yeah. Yeah. Walkman's blasting Appetite. Cord wrapped around my neck.

Black Buster late fee stacking higher than my debt. Dial-up's screaming, Tamagotchi's dead.

Mom picked up the phone now the internet's red. We're Gen X,

born to lose. Raised on re-runs and booze. Living on fumes and Mountain Dew.