"Apocalypse Kids" lyrics - D GENERATION

Apocalypse kids up on suicide hill
Watching the girls playing video games
And working all winter with the wheatpaste boys
I stood at the toll gate interstate highway
Pondered the wasteland West of the Hudson
Siren spinning for the ones who had too many sodas
Well the boots never fit me quite right
And they stole my jacket too
And they hung me out to dry for whisperin change

[Chorus:]
Songs of a post-night of miracles, lost in the days of a digital
The out of state plates, you cloud my mind

We are the ones, born endangered species
Five easy pieces keeping time
We are the dream with perfect imperfections
Living in the shadows of your lives

[Chorus:]
Songs of a post-night of miracles, lost to the age of a digital
The out of state plates, you cloud my mind
Slip through the cracks like a criminal
Lost in a pocket full of chemicals
7th street to the New York Times

[Bridge:]
Go nowhere
Drift away
Drink yourself to sleep
Count on the sleeping stress you keep

We are the basement dreamers
We are the sidewalk searchers
We are the midnight creepers pros and cons
We are the ones born endangered species
Five days of pieces keepin time

[Chorus:]
Songs of a post-night of miracles, lost to the age of a digital
The out of state plates, they crowd my mind
Slip through the cracks like a criminal
Lost in a pocket full of chemicals
Talk about my pages in my mind
Keep on burning keep on burning
Burning leaves
Keep on running, keep on running
See it burn
Found it better, found it [?]
I got a lover, la da da da, keep my mind