In a violent place
we can call our country
theres a mixed up man
and i guess thats me
the sun's in the sky
but the storm no seems to end.
its a place of sorrow
that we call it a home
in the darkest thoughts
yeah, i guess thier my own
there is welth in the bank
but there is nothing sure inside.
its cloudy now (x3)
its getting cloudy now
in a speacial place
that i call my life
my father is cruel and he lost his wife
but i don't see either
cause i live a cross the street
its a beautiful thing when it starts to rain
the man who drinks
just to drown the pain
and i can't stop from dreaming
of something else.
its cloudy now (x3)
its getting cloudy now..
its cloudy now (x3)
its getting cloudy now..
(shout)
we are a fucked up generation
its couldy now
...
