Song | The Beat(en) Generation |
Artist | The The |
Album | 45 RPM, The Singles Of The The |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Johnson | |
When you cast your eyes upon the skylines | |
Of this once proud nation | |
Can you sense the fear and the hatred | |
Grwoing in the hearts of its population | |
And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced | |
By the greedy hands of politics and half truths | |
The beaten generation, the beaten generation | |
Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information | |
The beaten generation, the beaten generation | |
Open your eyes, open your imagination | |
We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes | |
And hypnotised by the satellites | |
Into believing what is good and what is right | |
You may be worshipping the temples of mammon | |
Or lost in the prisons of religion | |
But can you still walk back to happiness | |
When you've nowhere left to run? | |
Andif they send in the special police | |
To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace | |
Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues | |
When they tell us justice is being done | |
And that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun |
zuo ci : Johnson | |
When you cast your eyes upon the skylines | |
Of this once proud nation | |
Can you sense the fear and the hatred | |
Grwoing in the hearts of its population | |
And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced | |
By the greedy hands of politics and half truths | |
The beaten generation, the beaten generation | |
Reared on a diet of prejudice and misinformation | |
The beaten generation, the beaten generation | |
Open your eyes, open your imagination | |
We' re being sedated by the gasoline fumes | |
And hypnotised by the satellites | |
Into believing what is good and what is right | |
You may be worshipping the temples of mammon | |
Or lost in the prisons of religion | |
But can you still walk back to happiness | |
When you' ve nowhere left to run? | |
Andif they send in the special police | |
To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace | |
Then won' t the words sit ill upon their tongues | |
When they tell us justice is being done | |
And that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun |
zuò cí : Johnson | |
When you cast your eyes upon the skylines | |
Of this once proud nation | |
Can you sense the fear and the hatred | |
Grwoing in the hearts of its population | |
And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced | |
By the greedy hands of politics and half truths | |
The beaten generation, the beaten generation | |
Reared on a diet of prejudice and misinformation | |
The beaten generation, the beaten generation | |
Open your eyes, open your imagination | |
We' re being sedated by the gasoline fumes | |
And hypnotised by the satellites | |
Into believing what is good and what is right | |
You may be worshipping the temples of mammon | |
Or lost in the prisons of religion | |
But can you still walk back to happiness | |
When you' ve nowhere left to run? | |
Andif they send in the special police | |
To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace | |
Then won' t the words sit ill upon their tongues | |
When they tell us justice is being done | |
And that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun |