sour milk – wild sweet orange

Oh did they think we wouldn’t grow up
Did they think we couldn’t throw back up
The sour milk they been pouring down out throats

Oh they have raised one pissed off generation
With kids that have to start taking care of them
Like hey mom get to work on time
And hey dad would you come home tonight
And the both of you stop drinking so much wine.

And they say, “Blah, blah, blah, blah”
And they say. “Blah, blah, blah”
They give us truth deceiving
I don’t think thats truth at all

And they say, “Blah, blah, blah, blah”
And they say. “Blah, blah, blah”
They give us love thats leaving
I dont think thats love.