I’ve got this riff cuttin’ through,
‘n I know it’s just ’cause they keep usin’ it,
’til it aches that soul deep way muscle shots do.
I’ve got this riff, tellin’ it true.
‘n millennials they’re cryin’,
‘n millennials, they’re just cryin’,
whinin’, sobbin’, quiverin’, strayin’.
‘n millennials they’re talkin’,
‘n millennials, they’re just talkin’,
ain’t a bone to get it done in a one of ’em,
‘n millennials they’re fightin’,
‘n millennials, they’re just fightin’ to be fightin’,
‘n it ain’t wrong, but it ain’t right.
so, so, so light up,
flick the flint ferociously while the festive fast.
mutter nonsense news and mull the muse.
you ‘n I ‘n I ‘n you ‘n you ‘n I,
we got to get so past fucked that it ain’t worth the fair gettin’ back,
we got to get so trashed,
we got to get over the other side of that rainbow,
we got, we got, we got,
we got to drink that draught,
that what we is, is naught,
but the gasp labored tasks of the straight ‘n white ‘n professional,
but the New York newly-weds,
‘n the Chicago chest-ups,
‘n there ain’t wrong with those,
but it ain’t like millennials ain’t more than that.
define ’em by a generation,
‘n there’s bound to be more than one make to ’em.
‘n so we’re clear,
corporations ain’t scared of the “fuck it” attitude they been selling you,
your list is shit,
is why I’m writin’ this.
I’m all for protectin’ millennials,
but it’s more, more than this.
