When I was young, everything seemed so simple Burn or be burned by the pressure Drop a round and swing high into heaven Sneak out, become this neighbourhood villain Some kind of thug Or something I'm missing Getting buzzed Chronic generation Am I grown? I guess I'm way over twenty No respect for the things that cost money Some kind of thug Or something I'm missing Getting buzzed This chronic generation Yeah, you've got me next to you This gun is loaded I'm still afraid to go home Still think it's getting us stoned Still afraid to go home Such fun Ooh, such fun Ooh-ah I'm still afraid to go home Still think it's getting us stoned I'm still afraid to come home Such fun Ooh, such fun Ooh Ooh, such fun