Kids These Days
You've got nothing to complain about
Plenty to eat, Places to hang out
Stop asking questions and just watch TV
Your life looks pretty easy to me
No sense of responsibility
And I'll take no responsibility
For the way you feel like everybody owes you
There was nothing wrong with the way I raised you
Stalking the streets to scream and shout
I don't even know what you're screaming about
I blame video games and what's on TV
Politicians, musicians, anything but me
No sense of responsibility
I'll take no responsibility
For the way you feel like everybody owes you
There was nothing wrong with the way I raised you
Writer/s: Timothy Thompson, Kevin Clay
