These kids out here are already dead.

They think they've got it all in their head.

Growing up is part of the past.

We are here then gone too fast.

They call us generation suicide.

We're already dead inside.

We're generation suicide.

We're halfway to the other side.

Spend all your day at the bottom of a beer.

Smoking all that Mary Jane, hoping reality will disappear.

We are in the wind, drifting paper.

We are burning up like the grass we turn to vapor.

They call us generation suicide.

We're already dead inside.

We're generation suicide.

We're halfway to the other side.

Put that revolver to your head.

You only feel when you're almost dead.

They call us generation suicide.

We're already dead inside.

We're generation suicide.

We're halfway to the other side.