Letra da Música: My Poor Generation - Moxy Fruvous

My poor generation,
we're on for the ride,
an ocean of choices,
pulled out on the tide.

We're handed a beach ball,
and told to pick a side.

We're drowned in information.

My poor generation.


My poor generation
don't know what it means,
the shock of the mountain
compared to magazines.


Is it timeless and holy,
or just a hill of beans?