Something tells me I need to live in the city
Something tells me I used to live on a farm
Something tells me my bathtub’s in the kitchen
Something tells me I’ve tattoos on my arms
Something tells me I used to be religious
Something tells me that this will carry on and on…

Don’t let me near your mirror
Please don’t be my model
I’m following a generational pattern
Don’t let me near your mirror
Please don’t be my model
I’m following…

Something tells him he needs to live in the suburbs
Something tells him he came here from an island
Something tells him he needs to change his name
Something tells him he should play the corporate game
Something tells him he used to have no money
Something tells him that this will carry on and on…

Don’t let him near your mirror
Don’t let him be my model
I’m following a generational pattern
Don’t let me near your mirror
Please don’t be my model
I’m following a generational pattern

Things tend to go in cycles
Things tend to go in cycles
Things tend to go in cylces
Things tend to go in cylces
We’re on a loop…

You know what I’m doing, man
I’m following a generational pattern…

Don’t let him near your mirror
Don’t let him be my model
I’m following a generational pattern
Don’t let me near your mirror
Please don’t be my model
I’m following a generational pattern