Look at us now, Generation Next, Damaged somehow..About how we try our best, and we´re all the same, but that doesn´t make us right, and where do you turn and where do you sleep at night?


Look at us stare,tell us of what they wear. Dad gives you money, but he´s never there. And We cry out for love, Never get enough of that. Now you´re into Drugs, and all that other stuff.


People have suddenly, they think they are better than me..And I agree, People changing me..tell me how to think and who to be. No wonder we are confused, Are you me?


So Now you think we´re ugly, Like I don´t have enough to worry about..Why do you think I´m ugly? Which Magazine did you read so you can judge me now?

So Now you think we´re ugly, Like I don´t have enough to worry about..Why do you think I´m ugly? Which Magazine did you read so you can judge me now?

So Now you think we´re Uh Uh Uh Ugly. Ugly, Ugly. Uh Uh Uh Ugly.Uh Uh Uh Ugly.Uh Uh Uh Ugly