Baby boomer, look outside at the world you did create.
All the sludge from your once bleeding heart goes to filling your gas tank.
Can't you hear the voices crying out "we must escape"?
Turn off your brain so the voice can't complain
cause there's worms inside your steak.
Could you deliver a message to my mom and dad?
Tell them I ran away to join some damn punk rock band.
Could you deliver a message to my mom and dad.
Tell them I can't fake an interest in being a scout.
Sunday morning fill a church pew with your wife and children.
Hallelujah fairy tales replace books your never read them.
Fill them up with fast food lies,
tiny tears gagged by french fries.
Send them to school now they're more f**ed that you
and the lies you always fed them.