T.d.m. lyrics

(That's right boy, that badge, this uniform and these boots, a uniformed police
officer, carrying out an order. Watch them intecept me, I'm just doing my fuckin'
job. You're under arrest you got the right to remain silent. That's about it.)

Kicking, scratching, and living for what?
I'm part of the system, and the system is fucked

I'm a problem
I'm a disease

I'm Generation X
And I'll do what I please

Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Got a foreign car, cappucino bar
Corporate sponsored seminar
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation

Sell me life in a package
Paint it red, white and blue
I don't care what you say
I won't live like you

We got your family values
The fuckin' cross
You got the CIA and your crooked cops

Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Got a foreign car, cappucino bar
Corporate sponsored seminar
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation

You got all the answers, all that you need
I got just one question...
What about me?

Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Got a foreign car, cappucino bar
Corporate sponsored seminar
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation