Big Grey Sky

All the children unaware of their raising
To look back in retrospect and then cry
And all the old men in old houses with their chest pains
Wondering where the hell to go when they die

And all the tweakers tumbling, stumbling through the day glow
Raving, misbehaving in our nights
Banging, rearranging their heads at our rock n' roll shows
Find some dust, tap the vein and ignite

Are we free now
Can we breathe now
Big grey sky
Big grey sky

Are we free now
Can we breathe now
Big grey sky
Big grey sky

All the hipsters dream in stoic coffee houses
Waking, dying smoking spirits in their vans
And bourgoise mamas and papas pay for penthouses
While we piss and moan about the man

And all the girls left pining right where we left them
In apartments filled with books and bad zen
Pleading with our god to forgive us
For what we've done and what we will do again

Are we free now
Can we breathe now
Big grey sky
Big grey sky

Are we free now
Can we breathe now
Big grey sky
Big grey sky