Strophe 1:
Already Socrates said,
The youth is bad,

It's unbearable, awful,
Over 2000 years,
This is ago,

But not a single thing changed though.
This will always be,
The curse of the youth,

An irrefutable truth,
We will tell our kids,
Exactly the same,

Like a huge game.

Refrain:

Today's youth is a mess,
So respectless,
They drink too much, they don't behave,

Do not do this,
Kindly do that,
Sit upright and do not chat,

Are we so much worse than you?
If we sinned, then you did too.


Strophe 2:
We are so lazy,
Got no work,

Everyone's called a jerk,
We don't learn for school,
Don't learn for life,

C'mon, man, give me a high-five.

Bridge 1:

That all sounds really extreme,
There's no need at all to scream,
We're not perfect, we admit,

We'll somehow manage it!

Bridge 2:






We're not perfect,
Sorry for it,

But with time we'll slowly grow,
Will be the kings of tomorrow,
The kings of tomorrow.