Fuck the voice of a generation, I just wanna be who I am.
No one can change or guide me, I'm content with where I stand.
So fuck the voice of a generation, you can stand on your own two feet.
Hooligans from across the nation sing my songs when you mob the street.
This is who we are, we are
A product..
This is who we are, we are
A product of war.
In the grain of our skin, we think this is it,
Portrayed by a stigma that won't let us out.
By choice it's a sin, if not I'm just dead,
Alive isn't free when your lies cost me this .
Smooth talker and a heart breaker,
But you are nothing but a cheap thinker,
Buying them off,
For lower than you're worth.
This is who we are, this is who we are.
This is who we are, a product of war.
I just wish that this itching I have,
To be different somehow, would escape me.
Cause all these obstacles make it difficult,
When you're just trying to change me.
At least when we stand together I'm not the only soul trapped in
Limbo by this breed of prima donnas.
Smooth talker and a heart breaker,
But you are nothing but a cheap thinker,
Buying them off,
For lower than you're worth.
This is who we are, this is who we are.
This is who we are, a product of war.
Why do they wanna make us conform?
Worship their words, I'll admit that I'm sold but,
The fact that you consider yourself a god,
Is the very reason you should fall the fuck off!
Smooth talker and a heart breaker,
But you are nothing but a cheap thinker,
Buying them off,
For lower than you're worth.
This is who we are, this is who we are.
This is who we are, a product of war.