Generation of Don't Cares

I did some digging around on my Mac last night and found an old song I'd written. I may actually try and use the remaining creative juices dripping through my body to put this to music because even five years on I quite like it.

I'm guessing this was from my massive Green Day/Politics phase because it feels Green Day-lite and also there's a not-so-subtle reference to George W Bush's re-election.

There is one change though - in the last verse I originally wrote "I'm heading for my margarita induced retreat". Obviously the Jimmy Buffett influence was still strong but when I read the whole thing this was the only thing which really grated with me. So I've changed it to fit better.

Oh, and I need to get over this obsession with having so many rhymes.

Generation of Don't Cares

Verse 1:

I sit and read the volumes proclaiming victory

I surf for honest truth that leads to screaming disbelief

They steal away our freedoms and fight in phony wars

In the name of God Almighty and multi-national whores

Verse 2:

I lead the charge, I stand and shout "Wake up" but no-one hears

Starbucks coffee in hand, white plastic stuck in ears

They're all slaves to corporate lust and power-grabbing kings

Clutching a five hundred dollar phone but not hearing it ring

Chorus:

Waking in the comforting dawn, dissipating nightmares

It doesn't take long to start weeping, worrying, fighting

For a generation of don't-cares

Verse 3:

Another opportunity has come and gone, computer-counting wins

Delivering another four years of hypocritical sins

I'm not sure I can take much more; the truth is almost dead

The righteous anger replaced by doubting voices in my head

Chorus:

Waking in the comforting dawn, dissipating nightmares

It doesn't take long to start weeping, worrying, fighting

For a generation of don't-cares

Bridge:

The internal battle rages, I can't hear through the din

Two opposing forces but who is going to win?

Chorus:

Waking in the comforting dawn, dissipating nightmares

It doesn't take long to start weeping, worrying, fighting

For a generation of don't-cares

Verse 4:

Defeat from the jaws of victory, my time is nearly done

I try and pass the baton but there's nobody to finish the run

All hope is gone, I've lost the will; assimilation is complete

Switch off the lights, I'm heading for my Zoloft induced retreat

Chorus:

Waking in the comforting dawn, no more nightmares

There's now no need to start weeping, worrying, fighting

For a generation of don't-cares

I won't, I can't, I refuse to even fucking care!