I really don't think you should judge a book by it's cover Oh my God, what are they wearing? Give me a break ♪ Born in a free land, brought up by soft hands, cruisin' the left lane Paint by numbers, results in numbers, go the game plan Silver tongues and rusty lungs My love and hate relation of velvet generation Too rich to try But too poor to buy Too smart to fool yourself into thinking that this is the life You're too young to reach But too old to teach We got everything, or do we have nothing at all? ♪ Sweet escape, you got to sugarcoat We hit the ground running on a perfect robe Give me love, give me real Give me something I can feel, now Senses are all bubblewrapped All high on medication of blurry generation Too rich to try But too poor to buy Too smart to fool yourself into thinking that this is the life You're too young to reach But too old to teach And we got everything, or do we have nothing at all? ♪ You're too rich to try But too poor to buy Too smart to fool yourself into thinking that this is the life You're too young to reach But too old to teach And we got everything, or do we have nothing at all?