Cloudy now

In a violent place we can call our country
There’s a mixed up man and I guess that's me.
The sun's in the sky but the storm no seems to end.
It’s a place of sorrow that we call it a home.
And the darkest thoughts yeah, I guess there my own
There is wealth in the bank but there is nothing to show inside.

In a special place that I call my life
My father is cruel and he lost his wife
But I don't see either cause I live a cross the street
It's a beautiful thing when it starts to rain
The man who drinks wants to drown with pain
And I can't stop from dreaming of something else.

WE ARE A FUCKED UP GENERATION!!!!!!
It's cloudy now
A fucked up generation
It's cloudy now
We gotta get out of here
It's cloudy now
A fucked up generation
It's cloudy now