We are a generation of good people

Good old good people

Whose hearts are wrinkled

Drunken with self

Rusticated egos

 

We are a generation of good people

Good old good people on the stage

Who love the sound of their own voices

Wallowing around instead of listening

So much goodness within, yet

Accusing life for own wrongs

 

We are a generation of good people

Self entitled good old people

In love with our own lonely

Smiling on pictures

And spilling our bones

On the lifeline.