Generation

By Count Zero

On Affluenza

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We're here to cut the ropes off!

And get your hands untied!

Greet my generation

With yer arms open wide!

Yeah, meet my generation

We feed our morals no pride

Meet my generation

We don't take our quarrels outside

(No, we'd rather sing)

"Fomp Fomp Fomp, biddle-ee-bomp bomp."

Meet my generation

If we're pissed we'll say

We won't bottle it till it comes out

Some convoluted way

My generation

Has thrown that crap behind

We tolerate most any faith

Any state of mind

Meet my generation

Please, ma'am just the facts

We feel no need to spill no seed

But Truth upon these tracks

Yeah, meet my generation

We don't fall in love with things

Instead we save our soul to crave the gold

In human beings

(Let me hear ya say)

"Fomp Fomp Fomp, biddle-ee-bomp bomp."

My generation

Don't believe the hype

We've seen too many false prophets

Crowned in forty-point type

My generation

We're through playing cool

We follow no bland recipes

Make up our own rules