It's cold outside and my hands are dry
Skin is cracked and I realize
That I hate the sound of guitars
A thousand grudging young millionaires
Forcing silence, sucking sound
Forced into this conversation
So I say shine, Let their planets collide
This is the darkening Down of my mind
We could be making it, oiling like crime
We could be making it, staking last dimes
If you want to seize the sound
You don't need a reservation
Now if you want to seize the sound
You don't need a reservation
The torch is passed, it's yours to return
Lay at their feet now, use it to burn
For marketing the use of the word "generation"
A false alliance of money persuading
Forcing silence, sucking sound
Forced into this conversation
Now if you want to seize the sound
You don't need a reservation
Sit down!
So open, so young, so target
I can smell your heart
So young, so open
I can smell your heart
Young, so open
I can smell your heart
You're a target
You're a target
You're a target
You're a target
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