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Generation Spent

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Looking out at the emptiness of faces
Makes me wonder what a wonder world this is
Is this another generation lost in the darkness ?
Everybody is someone else's opinion

I don' wanna be a victim of this culture
More prey for a people to dispose of
Anytime I try and come to some conclusion
I'm only faced with confusion, confusion

Welcome to a generation spent !
We're all dead and spent
Welcome to a generation spent !
We're all dead and spent
Dead and spent
Dead and spent

Everybody's disillusioned with religion
No one really wants to talk about or question God
You're only someone if you're seen on television
I would love to sit back and turn the whole world off

Cause I don't wanna be the victim of our culture
Giving money to a people I'm ashamed of
I'm happiest when reality is dreamed up
To socialise is to compromise myself

Welcome to a generation spent !
We're all dead and spent
Welcome to a generation spent !
We're all dead and spent
Welcome to a generation spent !
We're all dead and spent
Welcome to a generation spent !
We're all dead and spent
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Welcome to a generation spent !
We're all dead and spent
Welcome to a generation spent !
We're all dead and spent


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