| You came to suck my dick little boy
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| Didn’t you know that everyone else
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| Seems to be enjoying themselves
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| My gerenation
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| I’ve seen the best minds of my generation
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| Running on empty, super-glued to the T. V
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| Dreaming of prosperity, talking incessently…
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| Saying nothing
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| Sleepin' on platforms in train stations
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| Sippin' on chemical cocktails
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| Alive to the universe
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| And dead to the world
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| Hallucinating delusions of mediocrity and candied
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| Desperate in the pursuit of cool
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| He’s in a suit
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| She’s in a straightjacket
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| 7−11 nightmares at 3am
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| I’ve seen the best minds of my generation
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| Caught up in the virtual reality of living
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| Memorizing PIN numbers and secret codes
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| Swaying robotically to non-existant rhythms
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| Flashing membership to clubs so exculsive that no one belongs
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| Scared shitless
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| Witless
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| Clueless
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| Useless
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| Tight fisted
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| Tight lipped
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| Tight assed
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| Half assed
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| Ass licking, coke sniffing
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| Money grubbing, ego jabbin'
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| Sniffling and groveling
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| Moaning and groaning
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| The city’s all wrapped up in plastic
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| Like an electronic cocoon
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| If you lay in the street
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| You can hear it humming
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| Filling up slowly from underground
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| If you close your eyes
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| You can observe the blueprints
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| The man-made DNA that spirals
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| Breathlessly out of control
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| As synapses collapse
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| Bridges snap
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| Into a restless Utopia
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| Jesus said
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| Lay down your arms
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| Jesus said
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| Children come home
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| My generation
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| Nutopia |