in a violent place we can call our country
is a mixed up man
and i guess thats me.
the sun's in the sky
but the storm never seems to end.
its a place of sorrow but we call it a home.
and the darkest thoughts
yeah, i guess they're my own
there's wealth in the bank
but there's nothing to show inside.
its cloudy now (x3)
its getting cloudy now
in a special place
that i call my life
the father was cruel and he lost his wife
but i don't see either
cause i live across the street
its a beautiful thing
when it starts to rain
a man who drinks just to drown the pain
and i can't stop from dreaming
there's something else.
its cloudy now (x3)
its getting cloudy now..
we are a f*cked up generation
it's cloudy now
a f*cked up generation
it's cloudy now
we gotta get out of here
it's cloudy now
a f*cked up generation
it's cloudy now ...
