John T. Wurzer - My Generation In a Sports Bar Lyrics

My generation in a sports bar
With Lynyrd Skynryd on the box
Playing sci-fi trivia and whispering that it rocks
Rogaine and Cialis wafting through the air
Texting, sending pictures and counting each gray hair
Arms crossed in disappointment
Hands clasped in desperate stress
Dreaming of retirement and a woman in a tight black dress
Old enough to remember Woodstock but too young to feel the music
Smart enough to spot the very best pot
But too stupid to refuse it

My generation in a sports bar
The song says that we're ready to love
But the token happy couple just went outside to put on their boxing gloves
And we're checking out the market on our Blackberry storms
First we find an app that's full of crap and then we watch the crap take form
Fingers to our lips in consternation
Eyes on a big flat TV screen
Leafing through the scrapbook of a lifetime of what we've seen
Witness to assassinations, Bobby, Martin Luther, and John
The first to watch a man step on the moon and then wonder why he'd gone

From the Mainframe to the personal computer to the GUI interfaces
Space Invaders, Cyber-sex, Pong and Smiley Faces
I-macs, I-pads, I-pods, I-tunes, I touch you but you never touch me.
My generation in a sports bar just trying to get free

My generation in a sports bar
None of us can recognize the song
It's manufactured music meant to string our middle-age along
The internet was our creation and we've sold everything from soup to rocks
We've all got two point one children and we were the first men to wear ankle socks
The first to hear the racist echoes on Fox News and CNN
We get stereotyped, bashed and hyped and ignored every now and then
We used to have aspirations, yeah we called them hopes and dreams
But we were oblivious to the obvious that everything is just like it seems

From the Mainframe to the personal computer to the GUI interfaces
Space Invaders, Cyber-sex, Pong and Smiley Faces
I-macs, I-pads, I-pods, I-tunes, I touch you but you never touch me
My generation in a sports bar still trying to get free

My generation in a sports bar, the music is just paper on the wall
None of us know what it's saying or if it's saying anything at all