Lowest Of The Low - Last Lost Generation Lyrics

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You'll never make wine out of these grapes of wrath

The bells are tolling and our ship is sinking fast

And this brave new world we're living in,

The walls are tar the roof is tin

It seems the revolution has become a sin

Nothing but humiliation for the last, lost generation

I can't believe we're gonna go through that again

I'd go downtown and drink some Guinness from a tin

But I'm flat broke and my U.I. ain't coming in

And excuse me if I take my time, she used to be a friend of mine

It feels weird standing in her unenjoyment line

In the Catholic mission of her mind, I'm down and out on my behind

But I remember her soup kitchen used to taste so fine

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(Jackboots) The dream you bury

(Dog-hoops) Is the torch you carry

(Bad news) But is it necessary to fade away?

Whoops, there goes another thousand city workers

The tightrope walkers of this economic circus

And before you build that Hooverville

Beware the "Triumph of the Will",

Is just around the corner in a movie-still

And I have got some mouths to fill,

And I think you should take a pill

And learn a lesson from the boys on Suicide Hill

I suffer from a slight hallucination

I share it with this whole lost generation

So pass the needle and the spoon

A cool death in the afternoon

I never thought mortality would come so soon

Or I could sit inside my room

Ejaculate another tune

And masturbate the day away like poets do

So true... You are the one

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