The Waiting Room (A Missed Generation)

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[Intro]
(Heavy kick drum starts: Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump)
(Acoustic guitar strums fast)
(Group Shout): HEY! ... HO!
(Group Shout): HEY! ... HO!
[Verse 1]
They sat us down at eighteen and handed us a pen
Said "Sign the dotted line, you’ll never worry again"
Just get the piece of paper, put the lanyard round your neck
And ignore the five-figure number on the check
We studied like they told us, we played by every rule
We bought the lie that debt was just a necessary tool
Now I got a framed degree collecting dust upon the shelf
And I can’t afford a pizza to feed my own damn self!
[Chorus]
(Big, Anthemic, Gang Vocals)
We are the missed! We are the skipped!
We are the generation with the broken script!
Stuck in the middle while the world spins round
Waiting for a torch that was never passed down!
The ceiling isn’t glass, no, the ceiling is gray!
And they ain't moving out, and they ain't going away!
(HEY!)
[Verse 2]
I walk into the office, the boss is ninety-four
He’s been holding onto power since the cold, cold war
He says "Work a little harder, son, your time is coming soon"
While he’s napping in the senate on a Tuesday afternoon!
And I look over my shoulder, and what do I see?
A twenty-year-old zoomer looking hungry at me
They got the TikTok algorithm and the energy to burn
And by the time the seat is empty... it won’t be my turn!
[Chorus]
(Big, Anthemic, Gang Vocals)
We are the missed! We are the skipped!
We are the generation with the broken script!
Stuck in the middle while the world spins round
Waiting for a torch that was never passed down!
The ceiling isn’t glass, no, the ceiling is gray!
And they ain't moving out, and they ain't going away!
(HO!)
[Bridge]
(Music drops out to just the kick drum and handclaps)
(Building tension)
We pay the interest. (Clap, Clap)
We pay the rent. (Clap, Clap)
We wonder where the American Dream went.
We’re too old to be young.
We’re too young to be in charge.
Just living in the shadow of a debt so large.
(Music swells - Banjo and Fiddle enter fast)
YEAH!
[Verse 3]
So here’s to the middle, the sandwich generation
The permanent interns of the entire nation
We’ll keep on renting houses that we’ll never ever own
And scrolling through the crisis on a shattered telephone!
The boomers hold the keys, and the kids break down the door
And we’re just standing in the hallway, staring at the floor!
[Chorus]
(Maximum Energy - Everyone Shouting)
We are the missed! We are the skipped!
We are the generation with the broken script!
Stuck in the middle while the world spins round
Waiting for a torch that was never passed down!
The ceiling isn’t glass, no, the ceiling is gray!
And they ain't moving out, and they ain't going away!
[Outro]
(Guitar strums fade)
(One final heavy kick drum beat)
(Group Shout): HEY!
[Spoken - Dryly]:
"Can I see your manager?"
"I am the manager."
"You don't look like the manager."
"I know."
[End]

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[Intro] (Heavy kick drum starts: Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump) (Acoustic guitar strums fast) (Group Shout): HEY! ... HO! (Group Shout): HEY! ... HO! [Verse 1] They sat us down at eighteen and handed us a pen Said "Sign the dotted line, you’ll never worry again" Just get the piece of paper, put the lanyard round your neck And ignore the five-figure number on the check We studied like they told us, we played by every rule We bought the lie that debt was just a necessary tool Now I got a framed degree collecting dust upon the shelf And I can’t afford a pizza to feed my own damn self! [Chorus] (Big, Anthemic, Gang Vocals) We are the missed! We are the skipped! We are the generation with the broken script! Stuck in the middle while the world spins round Waiting for a torch that was never passed down! The ceiling isn’t glass, no, the ceiling is gray! And they ain't moving out, and they ain't going away! (HEY!) [Verse 2] I walk into the office, the boss is ninety-four He’s been holding onto power since the cold, cold war He says "Work a little harder, son, your time is coming soon" While he’s napping in the senate on a Tuesday afternoon! And I look over my shoulder, and what do I see? A twenty-year-old zoomer looking hungry at me They got the TikTok algorithm and the energy to burn And by the time the seat is empty... it won’t be my turn! [Chorus] (Big, Anthemic, Gang Vocals) We are the missed! We are the skipped! We are the generation with the broken script! Stuck in the middle while the world spins round Waiting for a torch that was never passed down! The ceiling isn’t glass, no, the ceiling is gray! And they ain't moving out, and they ain't going away! (HO!) [Bridge] (Music drops out to just the kick drum and handclaps) (Building tension) We pay the interest. (Clap, Clap) We pay the rent. (Clap, Clap) We wonder where the American Dream went. We’re too old to be young. We’re too young to be in charge. Just living in the shadow of a debt so large. (Music swells - Banjo and Fiddle enter fast) YEAH! [Verse 3] So here’s to the middle, the sandwich generation The permanent interns of the entire nation We’ll keep on renting houses that we’ll never ever own And scrolling through the crisis on a shattered telephone! The boomers hold the keys, and the kids break down the door And we’re just standing in the hallway, staring at the floor! [Chorus] (Maximum Energy - Everyone Shouting) We are the missed! We are the skipped! We are the generation with the broken script! Stuck in the middle while the world spins round Waiting for a torch that was never passed down! The ceiling isn’t glass, no, the ceiling is gray! And they ain't moving out, and they ain't going away! [Outro] (Guitar strums fade) (One final heavy kick drum beat) (Group Shout): HEY! [Spoken - Dryly]: "Can I see your manager?" "I am the manager." "You don't look like the manager." "I know." [End]

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