Black-

en

the

sky

and

sharp-

en

the

axe

For-

ev-

er

cursed

to

live

un-

re-

laxed

We

make

no

bones,

a

house

is

not

a

home

And

a

home

is

now-

here

we

can

stay

Dodged

the

draft,

but

can't

dodge

the

war

For-

ev-

er

cursed

to

live

in-

se-

cure

The

cur-

tain

drops,

a

gang

of

Gen

X

cops

as-

sem-

bles

Trem-

bl-

ing

be-

fore

our

hu-

man

na-

ture

It

was-

n't

built

for

me

It's

your

a-

ca-

de-

my

But

in

my

time,

you

taught

me

how

to

see

Each

ge-

ne-

ra-

tion

makes

its

own

a-

po-

lo-

gy

Wel-

come

back,

my

old-

est

friend

Are

you

cursed

to

de-

part

a-

gain?

Your

ways

and

means,

e-

ter-

nal-

ly

ob-

scene

And

al-

ways

look-

ing

for

ob-

sce-

ni-

ty

and

ha-

tred

It

was-

n't

built

for

me

It's

your

a-

ca-

de-

my

But

in

my

time,

you

taught

me

how

to

see

Each

ge-

ne-

ra-

tion

makes

its

own

a-

po-

lo-

gy

It

was-

n't

built

for

me

It's

your

a-

ca-

de-

my

But

in

my

time,

you

taught

me

how

to

see

Each

ge-

ne-

ra-

tion

makes

its

own

a-

po-

lo-

gy

It's

by

de-

sign

and

con-

se-

quen-

tia-

lly

Each

ge-

ne-

ra-

tion

makes

its

own

a-

pol-

o-

gy