The voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnAnd I'm doing my best to keep from adding yet another onenI've heard it said that the writing's on the wallnBut I must need some glasses 'cause the words are out of focusnPick it all apart until there's nothing left but piecesnMakes it easy to forget just what it looked like when it was wholenBut drink is not a band-aid for your saddle-sore brainnAnd time is not a doctor so get out of the rainnnSmudge the sun across the sky, your thumb will do the tricknThen paint you face with AV rays 'til cancer makes you sicknThe words become art, and the meaning fades away (away)nSo speak your mind, dig your grave, and then decide to die another daynThe villains turn to heroes and the spiders turn to flies (flies)nThe cats and dogs all eat themselves, it's time we closed our eyesnThe days all fade away and we're still rotting in our skin (skin)nDon't pick a fight with time, my friend, I guarantee you'll never winnnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing sad, sad songsnThe voice of our age is singing...