Can I get a scream from all the back row?
A teeth shine and a bloodied chorus?
A "help me, I'm sailing
Of the edge of fucking feeling?"
I really really really need forever
All the days I spend in my youth
A black lung, a black time
A generation bored out of their minds

It's a long dead thing
God loves a dealing fiend
It's a long dead thing
God loves a screaming queen
It's a long dead thing
God loves us gold mine kings

It's a long dead war

Time to start sniffing glue again
Punk rock needs you again
Time to start spitting blood again
Punk rock needs you again

What a dirty war?
Generations over and done
A black lung a black time
A generation bored out of their minds

Punk rock needs you again
Generation X is dead
Punk rock needs you again
Generation X is dead

Let's ride
Light a match for the fires of hell
Damn right
Generation X is dead


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