Fates on a mission and I'm riding shotgun, man
I'm looking for a revolution in these stale plastic decades, man
All he bombs and drugs don't seem to penetrate, man
All our minds being neutralized by these fucking Playstations, man
My father's generation [C7]they had fire in their bellies, man
We sit there like [F]living ɾoom furniture in front of our tellies man
I don't know about you [A7but me and [Bm]me, I'm a suffering man
While these dreams of ɾeaching dreams seem [A]all [Em]too distant, man
Sometimes I wish I didn't know about Marcus Mandela and [Bm]Marley man,
Cause now I'm looking for [Dm7]a leader, well hey, I'm still looking man
While I keep breathing and [Bm]I'm still seeking, but I don't have a plan man,
With these lost shadows and [Bm]these broken souls of our generations man,
There's fire on [C7]the ɾoads and [Bm]there's no one at home man
We still knocking on [C7]the door and [Bm]wonder why there's no answer man
Well I'm down if your down so let's bring down this bigger man
And like [F]these youths today you [A7see me, I'm just tɾying to [C7]be [Am]a man,
And like [F]these youths on [C7]ɾoad you [A7see me, I'm just tɾying to [C7]be [Am]a man
Hey man
(Hey, hey)
Hey man
