The half-drunk, prep-punk children of society
We've become the overrated, segregated broods of shallow cliques
The love-hating, complicating populace of our nation
We embody the sick, degrading, self-deprecating youth of the soicial order
The pot-smoking, conscience-choking infancy of this era...
But in the end we will pay our dues
When our children follow in our shoes
When light turns to dark and stays that way
As we watch our babies waste away
Maybe one day we will learn our lesson, but uintl then
We are the sex-crazed, drug-phased age of America








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carlos
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