They say we been
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going down and going
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down
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Been traveling on the road
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to nowhere
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Going down, round and
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round
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Trying to get to the place
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where we started
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When I was just a boy
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at four years old thought
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the world was joy
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As a kid I'd play, just
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create the day
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as I saw it my way
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But time blows by
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And strips us to the bone
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poisoned wind of woe
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Teach us that we're
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alone in this world
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We learned to see all the
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corruption and greed
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All its hate, all its pain, so
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a toast to the end of our
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innocence
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A toast to our blank generation
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They say we been
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going down, been going
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down
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Been traveling on the road
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to nowhere
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Going down, round and
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round
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Trying to get to the place
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where we started
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When I was seventeen
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realizing the world wasn't
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what she seemed
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Underneath the night San
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Francisco sky
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I would see, too clearly
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But time blows by
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And strips us to the bone
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poisoned wind of woe
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Teach us that we're
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alone in this world
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We learned to take all the
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corruption and greed
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All its hate, all its pain, so
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a toast to the end of our
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innocence
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A toast to our blank generation
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So here's to our collagen
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lips and saline tits
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To our growth hormones
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and antibiotics
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To the Hollywood world
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we made out of Barbie doll
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hearts
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After we melted them down
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so we could make our new
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start
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Here's to a generation
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scared and always
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wondering why
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Instead of playing doctor,
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we play shoot each other
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and die
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Instead of ring around the
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Rosie, we play hide from
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Mommy
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'Cause Mommy's been drinking
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again and we don't
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want to get beat
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Even with all our tattoos,
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and all our cheap thrills
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there's still a hole inside
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of us that may not ever get
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filled
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So we give back a little bit
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of what the world's given
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us
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Giving back a bit of never
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giving a fuck
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Here's to the justice never
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dealt, to innocent, proven
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guilty
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Here's to bad cops turning
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cheeks when real cops are
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on the street
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Here's to the rat-tat-n-tat
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of gun shots, and your life
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is shattered
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Here's to "Gimme me your
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cash or your brains is
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gettin' splattered"
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Here's to mad cow disease
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and all that yummy MSG
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Here's to Mickey d's serving
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all those mutant chick-a-dees
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This is a toast to celebrate
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the end of our innocence
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This is a toast to celebrate
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how...
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We've become desensitized
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if life is to grow
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some life must die
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We learned to take all the
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corruption and greed
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All its hate, all its pain, so
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a toast to the end of our
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innocence
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our generation
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We now embrace all the
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corruption
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and greed, all its hate, all
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its pain, so
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a toast to the end of our
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innocence
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our blank generation.
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Blank Generation
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Machine Head |