A Bombed Nation Video (MV)

I don't wanna work, I'm only 24
Being called a bum, something I can't avoid
I just wanna hang, playing my fender strat
Worries, bills, and kids
Just what the hell is this?

Don't know, don't care
Don't care, don't know

There was a time when I was unaware
Of grownup crap flooding my mental space
That me is gone, we can only reminiscence
I write and sing, cuz that's all that's left of me

There's no perfect image of where I oughta be
Discerning through the dirt
Discerning blows to come
It's the toll I pay, there's no karma to blame
Point fingers at yourself, for rotting in your cell

Don't know, don't care
Don't care, don't know
Why would I even wanna walk a path that's already been paved?
Don't you have something else to do?
Instead you're buzzing in my ear
This generation, void in motivation
Lack in concentration, moral disintegration
That's what they preach, that's what they say
That's what they moan about all day
Follow you rules, follow your ways
Cuz you know better anyway

I think you're mistaken

Putting me down
Have you gained their love now?
Tos and fros of waves
Minds always change

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