| Song | Generica |
| Artist | Winger |
| Album | Winger Live |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Beach, Winger | |
| My land is wide | |
| My skies are blue | |
| My goals are high | |
| My mark is you | |
| My hands are red | |
| My legs are long | |
| My word is spread | |
| Be it right or wrong | |
| Good luck getting me to commit | |
| My a.k.a. is hypocrite | |
| Rather be bullying the underfed | |
| And treat you like you got a hole in your head | |
| I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
| No matter where it came from | |
| Never mind the wisdom | |
| Only see it my way | |
| Take it or the highway | |
| Welcome to the land of | |
| Generica My grass is green | |
| My bonds are junk | |
| My truth looks sheen | |
| My soul's in a funk | |
| My eyes are blind | |
| My talk is cheap | |
| My heart is fickle | |
| My tax is steep | |
| Try my McNuggets and a side of fries | |
| Just might kill you off but never-mind | |
| Call my doctor to set up a time | |
| Two hundred grand oughta do just fine | |
| I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
| No matter where it came from | |
| Never mind the wisdom | |
| You only have two choices | |
| Guest list or black list | |
| Welcome to the land of | |
| Generica Don't go thinking outside of the box | |
| Might have to kick you right in the crotch | |
| Stick with me | |
| Mr. Stereotype | |
| You know it man, | |
| I'll keep you up on the hype | |
| I go... Right round imposing my creation | |
| Mass produce it for you | |
| Everything looks brand new | |
| Put it all on credit | |
| A hundred years to pay it | |
| Force you to agree | |
| While your smiling at me | |
| Whoopee! I go... | |
| Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
| No matter where it came from | |
| Never mind the wisdom | |
| Only see it my way | |
| Take it or the highway | |
| Welcome to the land of | |
| Generica, | |
| Generica |
| zuo ci : Beach, Winger | |
| My land is wide | |
| My skies are blue | |
| My goals are high | |
| My mark is you | |
| My hands are red | |
| My legs are long | |
| My word is spread | |
| Be it right or wrong | |
| Good luck getting me to commit | |
| My a. k. a. is hypocrite | |
| Rather be bullying the underfed | |
| And treat you like you got a hole in your head | |
| I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
| No matter where it came from | |
| Never mind the wisdom | |
| Only see it my way | |
| Take it or the highway | |
| Welcome to the land of | |
| Generica My grass is green | |
| My bonds are junk | |
| My truth looks sheen | |
| My soul' s in a funk | |
| My eyes are blind | |
| My talk is cheap | |
| My heart is fickle | |
| My tax is steep | |
| Try my McNuggets and a side of fries | |
| Just might kill you off but nevermind | |
| Call my doctor to set up a time | |
| Two hundred grand oughta do just fine | |
| I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
| No matter where it came from | |
| Never mind the wisdom | |
| You only have two choices | |
| Guest list or black list | |
| Welcome to the land of | |
| Generica Don' t go thinking outside of the box | |
| Might have to kick you right in the crotch | |
| Stick with me | |
| Mr. Stereotype | |
| You know it man, | |
| I' ll keep you up on the hype | |
| I go... Right round imposing my creation | |
| Mass produce it for you | |
| Everything looks brand new | |
| Put it all on credit | |
| A hundred years to pay it | |
| Force you to agree | |
| While your smiling at me | |
| Whoopee! I go... | |
| Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
| No matter where it came from | |
| Never mind the wisdom | |
| Only see it my way | |
| Take it or the highway | |
| Welcome to the land of | |
| Generica, | |
| Generica |
| zuò cí : Beach, Winger | |
| My land is wide | |
| My skies are blue | |
| My goals are high | |
| My mark is you | |
| My hands are red | |
| My legs are long | |
| My word is spread | |
| Be it right or wrong | |
| Good luck getting me to commit | |
| My a. k. a. is hypocrite | |
| Rather be bullying the underfed | |
| And treat you like you got a hole in your head | |
| I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
| No matter where it came from | |
| Never mind the wisdom | |
| Only see it my way | |
| Take it or the highway | |
| Welcome to the land of | |
| Generica My grass is green | |
| My bonds are junk | |
| My truth looks sheen | |
| My soul' s in a funk | |
| My eyes are blind | |
| My talk is cheap | |
| My heart is fickle | |
| My tax is steep | |
| Try my McNuggets and a side of fries | |
| Just might kill you off but nevermind | |
| Call my doctor to set up a time | |
| Two hundred grand oughta do just fine | |
| I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
| No matter where it came from | |
| Never mind the wisdom | |
| You only have two choices | |
| Guest list or black list | |
| Welcome to the land of | |
| Generica Don' t go thinking outside of the box | |
| Might have to kick you right in the crotch | |
| Stick with me | |
| Mr. Stereotype | |
| You know it man, | |
| I' ll keep you up on the hype | |
| I go... Right round imposing my creation | |
| Mass produce it for you | |
| Everything looks brand new | |
| Put it all on credit | |
| A hundred years to pay it | |
| Force you to agree | |
| While your smiling at me | |
| Whoopee! I go... | |
| Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
| No matter where it came from | |
| Never mind the wisdom | |
| Only see it my way | |
| Take it or the highway | |
| Welcome to the land of | |
| Generica, | |
| Generica |