Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Something changed at 24
Spent my days moving to and fro
From the bedroom to the bathroom floor
Tear away my rancid skin
This must be penance for my evasion
Death's returning call
Should've died a thousand times
The sick kid paradigm
Deaths happen all the time
Worry about my brother a lot
Don't really talk enough
Can't seem to say the right thing
[Chorus]
We're alright, we're alright
It's time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we're alright

[Verse 2]
Something weighing in my head
Can't sleep and I'm seeing things
And I can't stand the sight of myself
'It's a generation thing'
Said by onе of the old boys back in the boozer
On his tеnth pint of the day
So I shy away from it

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