Life of a Match Songtext

von The Matches

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!