Twenty years, and we’re still waiting

For the moment we were promised

Big changes were in the air

But our good intentions were a route to hell

January was grey as I listened to my favorite song

And some days I still long

For those teenage mornings on the quad

Smoking Camels with the cheer squad

Goodbye, 1999

The planes are falling from the sky

We were ready for a party

Glitter dress and tinsel toes

The cops fucked up and took us home.

And from the backseat I sang,

“Goodbye, 1999….tonight’s gonna be

my final night….tonight’s gonna be….”

Fire and smoke, it was on the news

Didn’t you see those towers burn?

There’s no spark or fuse

Only lessons to be learned.

But I don’t know how to move on

I keep looking backwards – whiplash

It was the summer of hate and the autumn of dawn

Show me again how you monster mash

Goodbye, 1999

The planes are falling from the sky

We were ready for a party

Glitter dress and tinsel toes

The cops fucked up and took us home.

And from the backseat I sang,

“Goodbye, 1999….tonight’s gonna be

my final night, tonight’s gonna be…..”

We’re a generation stuck in the past

Not knowing that our youth isn’t gonna last

They robbed our dreams and killed our souls

And we forgot to rock and roll

Mary had a little lamb,

But now she doesn’t give a damn

Dead and bloody – the lamb is gone

And we’ve forgotten the holy song

Goodbye, 1999

The planes are falling from the sky

We were ready for a party

Glitter dress and tinsel toes

The cops fucked up and took us home.

And from the backseat I sang,

“Goodbye, 1999….tonight’s gonna be

my final night, tonight’s gonna be…..”

I met a boy with a sad smile

I asked him to stay with me for awhile

But his feelings are shook – misunderstood

One day he walked into his Science lab

And fired a gun – a girl fell, holding a hall tab

Nothing’s been the same since Columbine

Little hearts carved on the table, SG forever mine.

We didn’t need a Nixon, we had a Bush

We had endless wars and thousands dead

We’ve spent our youth in Swedish beds

And sleepless nights in H&M

Just so we could push and push

And I’m singing, “Goodbye, 1999.”

The planes are falling from the sky

I was promised a party

Glitter dress and tinsel toes

But the cops fucked up and took me home.

And from the backseat I’m still singing,

“Goodbye 1999….tonight’s gonna be

my final night, tonight’s gonna be the night….

The night I die.”

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