Vocal Hymn by Jennifer DeLucy

Entitled, whiney and so lazy, intelligent but crazy yeah I see,

that’s what you think of them, but just imagine what they think when they see you

I’ll bet they aren’t your biggest fans, I’ll bet they think that you’re the screwed ones too

How dare they envision life a different way, when they’re supposed to dread each dawning day

And every way you couldn’t have, nobody else should hope for, it’s unfair

I’m sure you aren’t the least bit jealous, they are here and you were stuck back there

Back there, it sucks you’re stuck back there

You need to suffer more just like we did, cuz suffering proves you’re virtuous like us

Ignore our self-destruction and that pesky little penchant for blood lust.

And see the real successes are in IRAs and mutuals and trusts

Just listen, there’s no chance that we’ve got it wrong, there’s no room for improvement in the wheel

You’re weak, and coddled, sensitive, we’re tired of all your movements, wear a suit

(Do you even own an ironing board)

And sacrifice your family time, your sanity and fall in line, recruit

(That’s a military reference, you unpatriotic slackers)

And if by chance somehow you make a world where people learn to live a better life

That’s horrible, you ought to be ashamed, you’ve lost your bleeding little minds

Deprived the privileged role of being unnecessary martyrs till you die

Millennials

(Try being martyrs)

Millennials

(Don’t know what you’re missing)

Millennials

Lyrics to Song of Daughters

What you built was trying to destroy us

The sun grows warm and brighter every day

Distract, despise, define and deploy us

We’re still the wave that’s coming out to play, to play

So clear the way

Did you think we’d sit around obeying

While on the ground, the sand just slipped away

Surprised you’d sink as low as you’re displaying

But we have found the chains have deep decay, we broke the cage

So clear the way

We’re closing in, the wheels will change direction

Our fathers’ sins will rot into the earth

And tumbling down, the greedy gold erections

With every daughter born to know her worth, and have her say

So clear the way

Well did you think we’d keep the blindfolds tied up tight

And wear these gags around our mouths without a fight

Beneath your feet, we feed on iron to bear your weight

And now we’re rising from your dirt, so clear the way

We rise, we rise….so clear the way

Surprise, surprise….so clear the way

Come face to face…so clear the way

We take our place…so clear the way

Overcome the haters, use your pain to push you forward and grow. Then leave them in the dark.

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