Every generation gets fooled again
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And every generation is to blame
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And its no good saying its not in your name
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'cause it is in your name
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And this generation is the same
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And this generation is to blame
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And I'm sorry that I can't join in any more
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But I've been let down : too many times before
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Oh yeah we mean it
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We hate the kids
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So dance dance dance to the radio tonight
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I wanted to believe in rock'n'roll stars
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I wanted to believe in contemporary art
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I wanted to aspire to a higher path
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But there's no higher path
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It was ever thus, and it was ever you
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And it's ever us because we'll do it too
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And we're sorry to the all the disinherited meek, and
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We're sorry for this con-trick that we play on the people
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Oh yeah we mean it
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We hate the kids
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So dance dance dance to the radio tonight
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And nobody ever comes alive
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And the journalists clamour round glamour like flies
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And boys who should know better grin and get high
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With fat men who once met the MC5
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And no one discusses what they don't understand
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And no one does anything to harm the brand
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And this gift is an illusion, this isn't hard
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Absolutely anyone can play the fucking guitar
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Oh yeah we mean it
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We hate the kids
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Useless children genuflecting
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To the idols who exploit them
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Open mouthed and arsed expecting
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Some god to anoint them
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Dance Dance Dance to this radio tonight
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And there's always a monk to get set on fire
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And there's always a crackhead charismatic liar
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And there's always a depth to which you can aspire
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And there's always a teenager due to expire
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Pop had a beginning, it grew and was tended
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Now it is rotten. Let it be ended.
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Let every hopeless case that every drummer befriended,
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Every seven-inch that every student intended
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Every groupie and ligger and identity seeker
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Every druggy and drinker and every loudspeaker
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Be done with, be piled up, tossed, set alight
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No more music, thank you, goodnight.
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We Hate the Kids
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The Indelicates |