The Punk and the Godfather Phish

You declared you would be three inches taller
You only became what we made you
Thought you were chasing a destiny calling
You only earned what we gave you

You fell and cried as our people were starving
Now you know that we framed you
You tried to walk on the trail we were carving
Now you know that we framed you

I'm a guy in the sky
Flying high, flashing eyes
No surprise, I told lies
I'm the punk in the gutter

I'm the new president
And I grew and I bent
Don't you know? Don't it show?
I'm the punk with the stutter

My, my, my generation
My, my, my generation

We tried to speak between lines of oration
You could only repeat what we told you
Your axe belongs to a dying nation
They don't know that we own you