MTV Generation

Wake up Mtv generation
A Life time of separation

Hypnotic fluorescent Tv screens
The stench of corruption, Behind the scenes
With pretty boys, and Hollywood smiles
Diamonds gold chains, Gangster styles
Melodies and beats, That all sound the same
Originality and passion goes down the drain
My ears start to bleed, There mudering a classic
With the king of bling, printed on his jacket
End of an era a million records sold
Gucci Prada, his teeth are made of gold
Marching to a beat, To the drum of the undead
Rising from there graves like a bad dream in your head
Whatever happened to music played for fun?
Not manufactured for a nice tidy sum

Wake up MTV generation
A life time of separation

He's the man with piercing eyes
Shaped like a barrel with donor kebab thighs
He's back in the crease and looking for love
Ribbed for her pleasure and fits like a glove
He sold his soul to play rock n roll
Plays guitar like a cheese grater, and queues for the dole
He dresses in black like Johnny Cash
spends hours grooming his merkin moustache
He busks on pavement to make a few bob
His music is rancid like a diseased nob
He shelters himself from the spell binding sun
puts down his weapon, his job almost done
The last time I saw him, he had a tear in his eye
He's a folk law legend, which will never die

So wake up MTV generation
A life time of separation