Don't Touch The Radio, It's Not Yours Testo

Another day I'm on my own,
I'm wondering just why I'm starving for a third day in a row.
And this has gotten a little ridiculous,
this cant be the American dream
that you taught me back in high school.

This isn't right, something went wrong
probably a long time ago and my mom
she goes to bed hungry, while she feeds her family,
she cries herself to sleep this isn't right.
They built us up on false hope,
with empty promises in broken homes.
And now we're forced to pay the price
for their mistakes, this isn't right.

This is a fucked up generation
and we cant hold true to beliefs that don't mean shit today
and we'll make it through another day
if we break free from these chains that bind.

And I won't apologize.
I was doing what I thought was right.
You can't make me go back.
I've gone too far to throw this all away.

They built us up on false hope,
with empty promises in broken homes.
And now we're forced to pay the price
for their mistakes, this isn't right.
This is a fucked up generation.