I want everything that makes me feel alright That feels alive, don't ask me why I want everything, right before my eyes I can't deny I want to be the King! Generation of the dark watch their lives decay Persecuting their 'own kind', there's nothing you

Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I just wish I could have told him in the living years Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come

Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I just wish I could have told him in the living years Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come

No false hope Now my world is in your hands Send in the congregation Open your eyes, step in the light A jukebox generation Just as you were Well, I met the seventh son He came for everyone The day he heard the lighting in the field