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Generation Y? Lyrics
Four o'clock in the morning and my coffee got cold
And I've been watching the street lamps flick off with the dawn
So I take a deep breath inwards and my hair's pulled down my throat
And I look up at the sky ask do you mind if I smoke yeah
La da da
Talkin' 'bout degeneration
And what about democracy and what about equality?
We're all asking the age old question so what about me?
And we turn to face the cameras pointing knives towards each other's backs
Saying I'm a product of my generation, you could make a film about that
La da da
Talkin' 'bout degeneration
And the bigwigs down on Fleet Street are cashing in on our parade
Selling hot dogs by disaster zones, counting every dollar made
And we pay out for the gossip and the latest on our own demise
Like the print's supposed to be our ears, like a screen's supposed to be our eyes
La da da
Talkin' 'bout degeneration
You said that it meant nothing
You said that you just met her
Well as far as your excuses go baby
You could do better
La da da
Talkin' 'bout degeneration
And I've been watching the street lamps flick off with the dawn
So I take a deep breath inwards and my hair's pulled down my throat
And I look up at the sky ask do you mind if I smoke yeah
Talkin' 'bout degeneration
We're all asking the age old question so what about me?
And we turn to face the cameras pointing knives towards each other's backs
Saying I'm a product of my generation, you could make a film about that
Talkin' 'bout degeneration
Selling hot dogs by disaster zones, counting every dollar made
And we pay out for the gossip and the latest on our own demise
Like the print's supposed to be our ears, like a screen's supposed to be our eyes
Talkin' 'bout degeneration
You said that you just met her
Well as far as your excuses go baby
You could do better
Talkin' 'bout degeneration
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