Went back to clean my closet out. The folks finally decided To try to sell the house. And the bands on all my shirts Had all since broken up, or Adopted a more commercial sound. Can't blame them, I guess, Still, through 'em trash. Don't you ever wish Our Generation Made anything worth saving? Made anything to last Longer than the life of a match? One by one the old gang crumbled Priced out of the East Bay, Exiled to LA, Where we waited on a drummer To show up at the strip club In the strip mall after his other gig Some kid with a million hits, Whose name I forget... Well, don't you ever wish Our generation Made anything worth saving? Made anything to last Longer than the life of a match? I guess I just don't get What makes Kanye the best... Don't you ever wish That the backing tracks would crash and the crowd Would look up from their phones To find out if the singer Could sing a note, Or better yet if what he said Gave a voice to feelings I didn't know myself how to express I get it now, I guess We're all frustrated And we just wish Our generation Had anything worth saving Made anything to last Longer than The life of a match? Yeah! Don't you ever wish Our generation Made anything worth saving Made anything to last Longer than The life of a Match Yeahhhhh!