It's the same old game, but you can't keep up

You mouth is gonna cry, but they wanna keep it shut

What do you expect in this break down age?

Spit out mate and give vent to your rage



The course you're trying is a vacant lot

One day soon you'll end up with a shot

As a member of the dead-end youth

You're sick of the games they're gonna play on you



Chorus





Dead end generation - oh wake up

You're just another faction - oh wake up

Dead end generation - oh wake up

Sick of the situation - oh wake up



The scene is set for a marching up

There's no way back and forward is a concrete gap

You won't get out if you smash your head against the wall

So stand your ground and you aint gonna fall

Don't let them kick in your head, or grind you down

Spit out, give vent to your rage, and trust nobody