The young and the brutal

Don't know what it is right now
I've got less faith than I've have doubt
But I want to believe

God give grace to the young and brutal
We're uninspired, not unuseful

And I want to believe... There's a way
There's a way. A way, a way...

No one ever told me there'd be days like these
The water's running out but the grass is green
Stuck in the burbs with the prozac teens and me
Where do I belong?

No one ever told me there'd be days like these
Sinking in the sea of our apathy
Stuck in the burbs with the prozac teens and me
Where do I belong?

God shed your grace on the brutal, the faithful
The desperate, the wasteful
Where's the hope for the teenage loner?
We all dance til the music's over

But who do we believe save the bees! Is it world war 3?
I'll afford my car, but not gasoline, so who do we believe?

No one ever told me there'd be days like these
The water's running out but the grass is green
Stuck in the burbs with the prozac, teens and me
Where do I belong?

No one ever told me there'd be days like these
Sinking in the sea of our apathy
Stuck in the burbs with the prozac, teens and me
Where do I belong?

God give us grace to be brutally faithful
And make up for wasted time

I'm right where I belong
I'm right where I belong
I'm right where I belong

I'm right where I belong