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Todd Snider

My Generation (Part 2)

 

My Generation (Part 2)

(альбом: Songs For The Daily Planet - 1994)


Did you know that there are people who put us down
For no other reason than the simple fact that we get around?
My Generation, Part Two, Verse Three, Chapter Four
Jackson Five, Nikki Sixx

Well, my old man says the Woodstock Generation
Found a way to make this nation
Open up its eyes and take a look around
And he says my generation
Ain't good for nothing
I could think of something
So I thought I'd jot it down

So here's to hair gel
Hanging out at the health spa
Using condom sense
And watching L.A. Law
Here's to drum machines
Stonewashed jeans
Credit cards, fax machines
Big bow-headed chicks and frat guys
Wearing forty dollar tie-dyed t-shirts
And big bold paisley ties
Here's to living off dad as long as you can
And blending in with the crowd
Oh, my generation
My generation
My generation should be proud

We were raised up in the hallowed halls
Of half a million shopping malls
And there ain't any price that we're too proud to pay
We'll buy anything from Diet Sprite
To one thousand points of light
Well, I admit we're not that bright
But I'm proud anyway

So here's to hair gel
Hanging out at the health spa
Using condom sense
And watching Arsenio Hall
Here's to drum machines
Stone-washed jeans
Credit cards, fax machines
Big bow-headed chicks and frat guys
Wearing forty dollar tie-dyed t-shirts
And big, bold paisley ties
Here's to living off dad as long as you can
And blending in with the crowd
Oh, my generation
My generation
My generation
God, I hope I die before I get old
My generation
My generation
My generation
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it
My generation
My generation
Oh, my generation should be proud

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