Everybody's got something to say
About my hair or the climate
Though both are heading for the worst
Nobody will fight for that
Everything's still kinda possible
But nobody sees it anymore
Eyes blindfolded to the unseen
Tomorrow will call us 'Dad'
Don't wait for someone to tell you
What you should and shouldn't
A finger lifts and aims
Always at the one who knows why
You gotta keep smiling
At those who took advantage of you
Even if your anger seeps through
Don't think you're Barracuda
Even if your anger seeps through
Don't think you're Barracuda
One day you'll pack your bags
For a tomorrow without all this
Far from the sleep of grey souls
Who left long before you
And if any of it remains
Enjoy it as much as you can
But don't say it's your fault
Men don't apologize
And if the world blows up