Generation y - текст песни
Generation y
Between the war and apocalypse, A crowd of us doesnґt fit, Standing here with ahnds on hips In a ditch by the super-highway
Terrorists on a tourist trip, The pacifist bombsquad blown to bits, Iґm wondering what makes me tick And I feel foolish singing My Way
Generation Y with a jaundiced eye, I donґt know what Iґm doing here, Motivate and make us grow, Let it go and watch us die Generation Y with a wounded eye.
In a post-modern shed On the edge of the town The workforce rallies with a weary frown All they want to do is burn it down Sick of this and a week to payday, Taking orders from a sacred cow A revolution with an empty round, Jesus Christ wouldnґt draw a crowd, I slept like a pig through Mayday
Gen Y.....
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