Lay me down Under the Covers Cause this life makes me 
Sick 

I beg your attention 
From my generation 
This is all your fault 
You feed me distractions 
& sell misdirections 
This is all your fault 

The blind are tying to lead the way 
It's time someone had something to say 
But nothing changes we're all strangers 
Faces in the crowd 
If these are the choices we get from our voices 
Then you can count me out 
 [bad word] )

Lay me down Over the Ocean Where the good life still exists 
Lay me down Under the Covers Cause this life makes me 
Sick 

We're alienated suppressed and sedated 
This is all your fault 
Don't [bad word] from your hate corporation 
This is all your fault 

The lost are trying to lead the way 
The cost is left for us to pay 
But nothin' changes we're all strangers faces in the crowd 
If these are the choices we get from our voices then 
You can count me out 
 [bad word]  Repeat)

I beg your attention
from my generation 
This is all your fault 
I am not discouraged 
Or the slightest bit nervous 
You've been voted out