Текст Alec Benjamin – 1994

This is where I broke my wrist
Where I thought I could fly
Thinking I was Superman
So you know you can’t cry

Campbell’s chicken noodle soup
When you stay home from school
Remember watching MTV
When there was still music for you
Just a kid on Cholla Street
From my city built in the sand
My father said «you’ll be a man, be a man, be a man»

I was born in 1994
I was born in 1994
I was, I was born
In 1994

I guess Santa Claus is just not real
And Batman can’t fly
And nobody’s invincible
Because I know people die
I saw it on the news one day
When the towers fell down
September’s not the same place now
Same place now, same place, now

Now tell me what you wanna be
Because you grow up too fast
Cut my hair and sag my jeans
And never show up to class

I was born in 1994
I was born in 1994
I was, I was born
In 1994

My country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty
My country tis of thee, be who you wanna be
My country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty
My country, my country, my country, my…

I was born in 1994
I was born in 1994
I was, I was born
In 1994