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!!!!!!