Filled with angst and poised for rebellion, the youth of the nation speak out. From "Teen Angst," by Cracker:
"[W]hat the world needs now/Is a new kind of tension. 'Cause the old one just bores me to death."
I'm a street-walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb
I am a world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys
Troubled souls unite, we got ourselves tonight
I am fuel, you are friends, we got the means to make amends
I am lost, I'm no guide, but I'm by your side
I am right by your side
At my high school, it felt more to me
Like a jail cell, a penitentiary
My time spent there it only made me see
That I don't ever wanna be like you
I don't wanna do the things you do
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware what they're going through
People try to put us down ...
Just because we get around ...
Things they do look awful cold ...
I hope I die before I get old
Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Got no time for spreadin' roots
The time has come to be gone
And to our health we drank a thousand times
It's time to ramble on
Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow ...
As they took his soul they stole his pride
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away
I fell asleep in the funeral fire
I gave my clothes to the policeman
Blow back derelict wind
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
Ghetto-blasting disintegrating
Rock 'n' roll, know what I'm saying
And everywhere I look there's a devil waiting
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
'Cause what the world needs now
Is a new kind of tension
'Cause the old one just bores me to death