Song Description
Song directed at those who bitch and complain and think it's always someone else's fault as to the situation they are in.
| Song Length |
3:48 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Troubled, Disconcerted |
Subject |
Life, Philosophy |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
I didn't grow up angry, I grew up in the suburbs
I didn't hate my parents, I mostly hated homework
The latest strain is the new complaint
This is the voice of what you should be thinking
I'm no angel I just try to do right
What the hell's your problem now
Drama follows you around
Your shadow's drawn by a big black cloud
Victimized by yourself somehow
What the hell's your problem
I never went to prison never blamed the system
For the state of my condition
I got there on my own
The words that you devour are losing all the power
So listen real close
I'd like to try to help burn the blame
While the world is on fire
To protect the voice of a generation gone silent
I'm no angel I just try to do right
I'm sick of all the losers wasting time complaining
So your daddy never took you to a ball game
Such a shame the way you blame the world for what you don't have
For what you don't have