No-one ever told me there'd be days like thesenWater's runnin' out but the grass is greennStuck in the 'burbs with the Zanex teens and menWhere do I belong?nnI don't know what it is right nownI've got less faith than I have doubtn(But I want to believe)nOh, God give grace to the young and brutalnWe're uninspired but not unusefuln(I want to believe)nThere is a way (a way) a waynnNo-one ever told me there'd be days like thesenWater's runnin' out but the grass is greennStuck in the 'burbs with the Zanex teens and menWhere do I belong?nnNo-one ever told me there'd be days like thesenSinking in a sea of our apathynStuck in the 'burbs with the Zanex teens and menWhere do I belong?nnGod shed your grace on the brutal, the faithfulnThe desperate, the wastefulnnWhere's the hope for the teenage loner?nWe all dance 'til the music's overn(Who do we believe?)nOh, save the bees, is it World War III?nI'll afford my car but not gasolinen(Who do we believe?)nnNo-one ever told me there'd be days like thesenWater's runnin' out but the grass is greennStuck in the 'burbs with the Zanex teens and menWhere do I belong?nnNo-one ever told me there'd be days like thesenSinking in a sea of our apathynStuck in the 'burbs with the Zanex teens and menWhere do I belong?nnGod give us grace to benBrutally faithfulnAnd make up for wasted timennNo-one ever told me there'd be days like thesenWater's runnin' out but the grass is greennStuck in the 'burbs with the Zanex teens and menWhere do I belong?nnNo-one ever told me there'd be days like thesenSinking in a sea of our apathynStuck in the 'burbs with the Zanex teens and menI'm right where I belongnI'm right where I belongnI'm right where I belong