The Forgotten Generation Songtext
von Lea Riders Group
The Forgotten Generation Songtext
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
They live their lives, they have no home to live in
Their dreams are lying and all about they′re giving
A high on your moon, we're in mission land
I′ll die too soon to see or understand
To help, we're spaced, to help with all the key
The only thing I care for is my feel
Anyhow there's nothing interests me
Except the man who gets behind
They call us the forgotten generation
They talk the phrases without thinking
Young people they are bad
They′re sinking low, low
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
I just don′t care, got time to spare
I got my wine, I'm feeling fine
At thirty odd, I need no nod
Put me to sleep, I sleep too deep
The earth my bed, cause I′ll be dead
The earth my bed, cause I'll be dead
Mister not for wealth, I′m a modern hell
Mister not for wealth, I'm a modern hell
Mister not for wealth, I′m a modern hell
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
I just don't know why everybody calls us
I just don't mind, I just don′t mind at all
They can call us anything they want, it′s just the same
The forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
They live their lives, they have no home to live in
Their dreams are lying and all about they′re giving
A high on your moon, we're in mission land
I′ll die too soon to see or understand
To help, we're spaced, to help with all the key
The only thing I care for is my feel
Anyhow there's nothing interests me
Except the man who gets behind
They call us the forgotten generation
They talk the phrases without thinking
Young people they are bad
They′re sinking low, low
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
I just don′t care, got time to spare
I got my wine, I'm feeling fine
At thirty odd, I need no nod
Put me to sleep, I sleep too deep
The earth my bed, cause I′ll be dead
The earth my bed, cause I'll be dead
Mister not for wealth, I′m a modern hell
Mister not for wealth, I'm a modern hell
Mister not for wealth, I′m a modern hell
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
They call us the forgotten generation
I just don't know why everybody calls us
I just don't mind, I just don′t mind at all
They can call us anything they want, it′s just the same
The forgotten generation
Writer(s): Franzen Hawkey Boerje Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

