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"Generation Cool"
We failed to understand
The 90's!
"SUCKER PUNCH"
The 90's ended
And I'm not sure we cared.
"KICK IN THE THE BALLS
(10 POINTS)
Blur
Oasis
Britpop
And grunge
Blockbuster video's
painful memories
I managed to expunge.
"TELL IT LIKE IT IS"
Floppy hair.
Skater parks.
Signing on.
Discovering
Forgotten landmarks.
Four TV channels,
Shirts with flannels.
My first job
My first flat.
The politicians
The bureaucrats.
Radio 1.
Having little money.
The X-Files
Mulder
Scully.
Hope.
Glory.
The future
yet to weave.
Peace and fucking!
a stroppy teenager
Believe!
"PUNCTURED LUNG, CRACKED RIBS X2"
We failed to understand the 90's
We look back
Through battered binoculars
And cracked kaleidoscopes.
"YOU TRANSGRESS"
Memories are our bondage.
Nostalgia is a cruel mistress.
Hindsight is subjective.
Regret is a empty existence.
"FEED ME"
We didn't know it
We are all specters and ghouls.
We were part of a generation
I like to call "Generation Cool".
"GIVE IT TO ME BABY"
The past is out of reach.
We can't never go back.
All we hear
Is the hissing of the backing track.
The needle jumps.
The future's is in flux.
We miss the 90's
Because the present sucks!
(FATALITY DOUBLE TAP TO THE HEAD...)
"...AND THIS IS WHY YOU FAIL! "
(Chew''s soul, and exits into darkness)
The 90's!
"SUCKER PUNCH"
The 90's ended
And I'm not sure we cared.
"KICK IN THE THE BALLS
(10 POINTS)
Blur
Oasis
Britpop
And grunge
Blockbuster video's
painful memories
I managed to expunge.
"TELL IT LIKE IT IS"
Floppy hair.
Skater parks.
Signing on.
Discovering
Forgotten landmarks.
Four TV channels,
Shirts with flannels.
My first job
My first flat.
The politicians
The bureaucrats.
Radio 1.
Having little money.
The X-Files
Mulder
Scully.
Hope.
Glory.
The future
yet to weave.
Peace and fucking!
a stroppy teenager
Believe!
"PUNCTURED LUNG, CRACKED RIBS X2"
We failed to understand the 90's
We look back
Through battered binoculars
And cracked kaleidoscopes.
"YOU TRANSGRESS"
Memories are our bondage.
Nostalgia is a cruel mistress.
Hindsight is subjective.
Regret is a empty existence.
"FEED ME"
We didn't know it
We are all specters and ghouls.
We were part of a generation
I like to call "Generation Cool".
"GIVE IT TO ME BABY"
The past is out of reach.
We can't never go back.
All we hear
Is the hissing of the backing track.
The needle jumps.
The future's is in flux.
We miss the 90's
Because the present sucks!
(FATALITY DOUBLE TAP TO THE HEAD...)
"...AND THIS IS WHY YOU FAIL! "
(Chew''s soul, and exits into darkness)
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