Velvet Generation

I really don't think you should judge a book by it's cover

Oh my God, what are they wearing?

Give me a break

Born in a free land, brought up by soft hands, cruisin' the left lane

Paint by numbers, results in numbers, go the game plan

Silver tongues and rusty lungs

My love and hate relation of velvet generation

Too rich to try

But too poor to buy

Too smart to fool yourself into thinking that this is the life

You're too young to reach

But too old to teach

We got everything, or do we have nothing at all?

Sweet escape, you got to sugarcoat

We hit the ground running on a perfect robe

Give me love, give me real

Give me something I can feel, now

Senses are all bubblewrapped

All high on medication of blurry generation

Too rich to try

But too poor to buy

Too smart to fool yourself into thinking that this is the life

You're too young to reach

But too old to teach

And we got everything, or do we have nothing at all?

You're too rich to try

But too poor to buy

Too smart to fool yourself into thinking that this is the life

You're too young to reach

But too old to teach

And we got everything, or do we have nothing at all?