Those lyrics aren't actually too bad. Best of the generation? It could be. Only because there is only shit competition bar a few. 

Certainly beats anything Beiber has produced. 

I challenge you to a duel!


"Bruised" by Jack's Mannequin

I've got my things, I'm good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride and it's done

We stood like statues at the gate
Vacation's come and gone too late
There's so much sun where I'm from
I had to give it away, had to give you away

And we spent four days on an
Island at your family's old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect...

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised

I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle
I take my pills, the babies cry
All I hear is what's playing through
The in-flight radio
Now every word of every song
I ever heard that made me wanna stay
Is what's playing through
The in-flight radio, and I
And I am, finally waking up

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
Don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised, yeah

So read your books, but stay out late
Some nights, some nights, and don't think
That you can't stop by the bar
You haven't shown your face here since the bad news
Well I'm here till close, with fingers crossed
Each night cause your place isn't far

And hours pass, and hours pass, yeah, yeah...

Yeah, yeah, she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised, bruised, bruised

"Help Is On The Way" by Rise Against

I have my mother's dreams,
I have my father's eyes,
You can't take that from me,
Just go ahead and try.
The crescent city sleeps,
While giants in the sky,
Preparing to unleash,
Let loose a mighty cry.

Can nobody save us?
Will anyone try?
The bayou is burning,
The cypress is dying.
And all along they're saying.

Help is on the way
(They said, they said)
Help is on the way
(They said, they said)
One by land, two by sea.
Right there in front of me.
Help is on the way.

Five thousand feet below,
As black smoke engulfs the sky,
The ocean floor explodes,
Eleven mothers cry.
My bones all resonate,
A burning lullaby,
You can't take that from me,
Just go ahead and try.

She stands at the shoreline,
With hands in the air,
Her words pierce the dark night,
"Does anyone care? "
And all along they're saying

Help is on the way
(They said, they said)
Help is on the way
(They said, they said)
One by land, two by sea.
Right there in front of me.
Help is on the way.

Right here! Right here! [x3]

Choking on the black gold,
Upon which we rely,
We keep axes in the attics,
To see cameras in the sky.

Help is on the way
(They said, they said)
Help is on the way
(They said, they said)

We were told just to sit tight,
'Cause somebody will soon arrive.
Help is on the way.
But it never came!
It never came!

Help is on the way
(They said, they said)
Help is on the way
(They said, they said)
One by land, two by sea.
Right there in front of me.
Help is on the way.
On the way.

I knew who the OP was before entering ^^ I am not disappoint

which means both of you are wrong :)

Looking at the lyrics i'd say it would also be a perfect fit for AA meetings.

That's you're opinion but you're wrong. The actual art of writing music. Writing the lyrics is almost dead. Now it's lot of randomness and aims for the lowest common denominator. Having the music as loud or louder than the singer. There almost no tune anymore. No rythm. Just noise. Anything I hear today is yelling. Auto tune and computer. They make up for lack of music by shaking their ass. Not dancing. Gotta wear the dumbest shitiest outfit to detract attention to the performence.No depth no vision.

Artists have always kinda worn silly outfits but the music was the main focus. Not anymore. It's cheap pops. Filler lyrics and shallow subject with shallow writing.

None of these people will come close to James Taylor,David Bowie,Mathis,REM,Beatles,Ella Fitz,Elton John,Billy Joel,Sinatra,Queen,Journey,Bing Crosby and the list goes on and on and on when it comes to actual talent and the entire art that is music. I was born in the early 80's and sure like music of the time I grew up but like musci from almost any era of any genre but for years it's been turned to just garbage.

I'm glad that I'm too old to be part of this generation.

What about this? These are clearly the most profound lyrics of this generation. Every time I hear it, I can't help but to eat chocolate.

Gimme Chocolate - Baby Metal (english translation)

Atatata taata taatatata zukkyun.
Watatata taata taatatata dokkyun.
Zukyun. Dokyun. Zukyun. Dokyun.
I won’t. Won’t. Won’t. Won’t. Never. Never. Never.

Check-it-out chocolate. Can I have a bit of chocolate?
But my weight worries me a bit these days.
However, chocolate. Can I have a bit of chocolate?
But wait a while! Wait a while! Wait! Wait! Wait!

Atatata taata taatatata zukkyun.
Wadadada daada daadadada dokkyun.
Zukyun. Dokyun. Zukyun. Dokyun.
Yet. Yet. Yet. Yet. Never. Never. Never.

Check-it-out chocolate. I can have a bit of chocolate, can’t I?
But my weight worries me a bit these days.
However, chocolate. I can have a bit of chocolate, can’t I?
But wait a while! Wait a while! Wait! Wait! Wait!

Parappappappaa rappappappaa rappappappaa paapapapapaa.
Too, too late. Too, too late. Too, too. P! P! P! Come on!

Atatata taata taatatata zukkyun.
Wadadada daada daadadada dokkyun.
Zukyun. Dokyun. Zukyun. Dokyun.
I won’t. Won’t. Won’t. Won’t. Never. Never. Never.

I did it so hard. I did my best.
So, a bit (heart). I ask you just a little bit.
Quickly chocolate. Please give me chocolate quickly!
Pass me chocolate! Chocolate please!

Check-it-out chocolate. I can have a bit of chocolate, can’t I?
I think so, don’t you? It’s so good. I’ll be so happy and can work hard.
So, chocolate. I can have a bit of chocolate, can’t I?
I think so, don’t you? Just a little bit. I’ll eat just a little bit of chocolate.

Parappappappaa rappappappaa rappappappaa paapapapapaa.
Too, too late. Too, too late. Too, too. P! P! P! Come on!
Parappappappaa rappappappaa rappappappaa paapapapapaa.
Pappappaa pappappaa pappappaa paapapapapaa.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIKqgE4BwAY

Best of the generation? Oh, Ps3... You never stop being such an amusing individual!

Thank you, thank you so so much, this song just made my weekend. :)