I grew up in a great depression
Had to fight just to have a profession
But they keep saying that I'm young and lazy
Sure I got participation trophies
Still a slave to what society's sold me
I'm not arrogant, just insecure
They make us sick so they can make us well
They make us feel like shit
So we will buy what they sell
If what they say is true, then I guess oh well
I've got millennial blues
My own personal hell
Such a millennial, feeling kinda petty
And I gotta get something off my chest
Such a millennial, feeling kinda petty
And I gotta get something off my chest
My voice isn't good, its just OK
I wish I didn't look this way
Rely on photoshop and autotune
We're all slaves to instagram
Treat our friends like they were fans
Gotta start having real relationships
They make us sick so they can make us well
They make us feel like shit
So we will buy what they sell
If what they say is true, then I guess oh well
I've got millennial blues
My own personal hell
Such a millennial, feeling kinda petty
And I gotta get something off my chest
Such a millennial, feeling kinda petty
And I gotta get something off my chest