Can I get a scream
From all the back row?
A teeth shine and a bloodied chorus?
Now help me
I'm sailing off
Off the edge of the f**ing feeling
I really really really need forever
All the days I spend in my youth
A black lung, a black time
A generation bored out of their minds
It's a long dead thing
God loves a dealing fiend
It's a long dead thing
God loves a screaming queen
It's a long dead thing
God loves us gold mine kings
It's a long dead war
Time to start sniffing glue again
Punk rock needs you again
Time to start spitting blood again
Punk rock needs you
What a dirty war
Generations over and done
A black lung, a black time
A generation bored out of their minds
Punk rock needs you again
Generation X is dead
Punk rock needs you again
Generation X is dead
Let's ride
Light a match for the fires of hell
Let's ride
Generation X is dead