Gen X

Now the fields are burning
And the gas pump's dry
And the pipes are full of poison
But hey kids, aim high

The house is crumbling
And the yard is full
Of the rusted-out bones of miracle inventions
I'm staring down the ghosts of old intentions

Call me the last in a long line
Of broken promises, broken promises

Never gonna measure up
Might as well sell out like the record clerk said
Maybe I'll be cool when I'm dead
Never got a moon shot
No, no, it was always too soon
Wait, wait, wait—until it's too late

Everyone got tired and stayed bored
I? I came unmoored
Guess we're gonna have to bust ourselves out of detention
I'm staring down the ghosts of old intentions

Call me the last in a long line
Of broken promises, broken promises

Never found out where all those flowers go
Never got to say yes, never got to say no
I guess you can't achieve eternal youth
Without sacrificing one or two children
Kid, this ain't a party, it's an intervention
Now I'm staring down the ghosts of old intentions

Call me the last in a long line
Of broken promises, broken promises

I'll take the blame
It's what I do. It's what I do