In a violent place
we can call our country
there's a mixed up man
and I guess that's me.

the sun's in the sky
but the storm never seems to end.

its a place of sorrow
that we call it a home.

in the darkest thoughts
yeah, I guess thier my own
there is welth in the bank
but there is nothing sure inside.

it's cloudy now (x3)
it's getting cloudy now

in a special place
that I call my life
my father is cruel and he lost his wife
but I don't see either
cause I live a cross the street

it's a beautiful thing when it starts to rain
the man who drinks
wants to drown with pain
and I can't stop from dreaming
of something else.

it's cloudy now (x3)
it's getting cloudy now...
it's cloudy now (x3)
it's getting cloudy now...

We are a fucked up generation
It's cloudy now
A fucked up generation
It's cloudy now
We gotta get out of here
It's cloudy now
A fucked up generation
It's cloudy now