Suicide Blonde Lyrics by The Weepies
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My genration, part two, book three, verse four, Jackson Five, Nikki Sixx 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 Here's to hair gel Hanging out at the health spa Using condom sense 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 old 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 Hey, I admit we're not that bright But I'm proud anyway Here's to hair gel Hanging out at the health spa Using condom sense 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 we can And blending into 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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