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VIOLENT GENERATION
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hard times, is what we're in
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and it ain't getting any easier my friends
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friends, search for the easy way out
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and they don't care how it comes about
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youth, they just wanna get paid
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they don't wanna end up working like slaves
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slavin', for nickels and dimes
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so they turn to the quick money of crime
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morals are gone, no respect for human life
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but what was it that you'd expect
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take a look around at this world we live in
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tell me you wouldn't grow up cold and callous
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prejudice, is one of their tools
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and we fell for it like a pack of fools
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fools, is what we are
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we follow their plans to the letter so far
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each other, at the other's throat
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they sit back, to them it's all a joke
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joke, but now the joke is on them
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they can't deal with this generation so violent
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we stand accused of the crimes
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the crimes that take place
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they point the finger
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but they're the ones that set the pace
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they beat you down, to try to keep you in your place
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they were the ones, they were the ones
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they were the ones that taught me to hate
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VIOLENT GENERATION
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| Sick of it all |
