Kids These Days Lyrics

I've had it up to here with the kids these days
Ooh, ooh
Kids these days
Ooh, ooh

All the kids are being diagnosed ADHD
Sounds like entitled coddled brat syndrome if you ask me
Want a diagnosis, I'll give you one: weak
Not got a job, been in bed for a week
"My dad used to hit me
Anything to fix me
After drinking whiskey"
And I turned out just fine
I love racism online
This country's mine

I've had it up to here with the kids these days
Talkin' 'bout trauma
You're boring
Kids these days
Fucking with the systеm
This is Great Britain
Waste of space
Oh, back in thе day
You would've had the belt
I wish you could've known how it felt

Ooh, ooh
Kids these days
Ooh, ooh

Wah-wah-wah, I want an apology
Don't give a fuck about your pop-psychology
Get an addiction, cheat on your wife
That's how you deal with a difficult life
Changing your gender? Sex offender!
Get out of the schools with your woke agenda
Back in my day, that was a phase

I've had it up to here with the kids these days
Talkin' 'bout trauma
You're boring
Kids these days
Fucking with the system
This is Great Britain
Waste of space
Oh, back in the day
You would've had the belt
I wish you could've known how it felt

Sometimes I wonder
When you were younger
Did you trigger things in me I wasn't ready to see?
Could I heal this family? Heal this anger in me?
Nah

Kids these days
Talkin' 'bout trauma
You're boring
Kids these days
Fucking with the system
This is Great Britain
Waste of space
Oh, back in the day
You would've had the belt
I wish you could've known how it felt
You would've had the belt, belt
I wish you could've known how it felt

Ooh, ooh
Kids these days
Ooh, ooh