GENERATIONS Why don't i find out Everything you want Deliver flowers to your house At midnight Leave poems on your soulless answerphone Is this what you call love? Is this how mad it gets? Is this escaping From a lifeless land To a cosmic life That's just as bland Lets drink together Drown in our tears of laughter That fall from the rain soaked sky Encourage me Let my anger flow As i swear at the make believe With a childish pout This is were most would leave me But You You're strong enough to hear me Help me Agree and swear by my side To the on lookers We seem unsociable But to you and me We represent pure beauty And the souls of the youthful Live on in the truthful Some age and scorn at the next generation Who self destruct some more With a new kind of passion Who the fuck are the old cunts? The ones who started this war They're the ones we're fighting against The ones we're fighting for So take me to bed Fuck me now i'm off my head Then wake me in the afternoon And fuck me while I'm dead Roll me a reefer So i can take to the day Sail off to paradise Or just take me away Like Irelands brave soldiers We rest in the pub Stay there till closing Then off to a club My life goes in circles As my head gentle spins But you can see I burn With an honesty as true as sinBirth sign: Gemini
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