In a violent place We can call our country There\'s a mixed up man And I guess thats me. The sun\'s in the sky But the storm no seems to end. It\'s a place of sorrow That we call it a home. In the darkest thoughts Yeah, I guess their my own There is welth in the bank But there is nothing sure inside. It\'s cloudy now (x3) It\'s getting cloudy now In a special 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 It\'s a beautiful thing when it starts to rain The man who drinks Wants to drown with pain And I can\'t stop from dreaming Of something else. It\'s cloudy now (x3) It\'s getting cloudy now.. WE ARE A F*CKED UP GENERATION!!!!!!