Cliché Lyrics

Who would have known, it would be us to have grown?

Who could have told, that time would go by and we'd be getting old



Everywhere we go, its all the same

Similar faces with different names

To young to be exhausted and jaded

To old to be so bored and berated.



Running and dancing and reeling and laughing

Spending our money like water

Tomorrow's so far away

Oh God, this song is so clichéd.

Marching like cows to the slaughter

That's a depressing thought.

It looks like happiness can't be bought

Drugs they only last so long

So cheer me up and sing along





We should be smiling - don't look so bored

Pounding beats and power chords

Take away our ills, Lift up our voice

It's a question of drive not an issue of choice.