Pidżama Porno: Twoja generacja

How I hate your generation
Your generation's addicted to violence
A curse for every barber's station
Speed freaks and greasy eyelids

How I hate your generation
Your skulls are steaming with hate
Young cops and young thugs
morons vs morons

Rock'N'Roll is dead
Rock is gone, man
Why finish that beer
When you traded your guitar for a rifle
And I got my pocket full of cherries

Hey, hey - what's your god called?
His name is Noise, Chance or The Fall?
Hey, your god
Weird creature with a hundred faces
A Monster from cybernetic heaven

There are places like this on every map
No joy to find - no looking for trouble
Boys from here end ups in jail
And girls hit the highway trail

You pray too much and read too much poetry
Stuck in the middle, nowhere near the top
Never the last and never the first
This dream feels like real live

Rock'N'Roll is dead
Rock is gone, man
Why finish that beer
When you traded your guitar for a rifle
And I got my pocket full of cherries

Hey, hey - what's your god called?
His name is Noise, Chance or The Fall?
Hey, your god
Weird creature with a hundred faces
A monster from cybernetic heaven

I'm not going out with you to techno, baby
Not walking the pier with you, hand to hand
I will never love a girl
Who listens to disco polo

Is that your ignorance or my pride?
I'm not even sure anymore
A cold-eyed fish hides in your surname
Hunting me along with a name of pale birch