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Something changed at twenty-four Spent my days moving to and fro From the bed to the bathroom floor Tear away my rancid skin This must be penance for my evasion Of death's returning claws Should've died a thousand times The sick kid paradigm Death's working overtime Worry 'bout my brother a lot Don't really talk enough Can't seem to say the right thing We're alright, we're alright There's time to put the world to rights We're alright, we're alright Something waning in my head Can't sleep and I'm seeing things And I can't stand the sight of myself "It's a generation thing" Said one of the old boys back in the boozer On his tenth pint of the day So I shy away from it Accept it for what it is We're all born and raised and maimed The dog tails you like the hound Then clarity brings it out Gotta fight it hand to hand We're alright, we're alright It's time to put the world to rights We're alright, we're alright We're alright, we're alright It's time to put the world to rights We're alright, we're alright It's time to put the world to rights We're alright, we're alright It's time to put the world to rights We're alright, we're alright It's time to put the world to rights We're alright, we're alright We're alright, we're alright We're alright, we're alright We're alright