ClicháƒÂ©

Who would have known, it would be us to have grown?
Who could have told, that time would go by and we'd be getting old

Everywhere we go, its all the same
Similar faces with different names
To young to be exhausted and jaded
To old to be so bored and berated.

Running and dancing and reeling and laughing
Spending our money like water
Tomorrow's so far away
Oh God, this song is so clichéd.
Marching like cows to the slaughter
That's a depressing thought.
It looks like happiness can't be bought
Drugs they only last so long
So cheer me up and sing along


We should be smiling - don't look so bored
Pounding beats and power chords
Take away our ills, Lift up our voice
It's a question of drive not an issue of choice.