Alice Cooper - Generation Landslide lyrics
[Alice Cooper - Generation Landslide lyrics]
La, da, da, da, da
Please clean your plate dear
The Lord above can see you
Don't you know people are starving in Korea?
Alcohol and razor blades
And poison and needles
Kindergarten people, they used 'em
They need 'em the over indulgent machines
Were their children
There wasn't a way down on
Earth here to cool 'em
'Cause they look just like humans
At Kresge's and Woolworth's
But decadent brains were at work to destroy
Brats in battalions were ruling the streets
Sayin' generation landslide closed the
Gap between them
And I laughed to myself at
The men and the ladies
Who never conceived of us
Billion dollar babies la, la, da, da, da
Militant mothers hiding in the basement
Using pots and pans as their
Shields and their helmets
Molotov milk bottles
Heaved from pink high chairs
While Mothers' Lib burned
Birth certificate papers
And dad gets his allowance from
His sonny the dealer
Who's pubic to the world but
Involved in high finance
Sister's out till 5
Doing bankers' son's hours
But she owns a Maserati that's
A gift from his father
Stop at full speed, at 100 miles per hour
The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em
But I laughed to myself at
The men and the ladies
Who never conceived of us
Billion dollar babies
La, la, da, da da, yeah-ho
Please clean your plate dear
The Lord above can see you
Don't you know people are starving in Korea?
Alcohol and razor blades
And poison and needles
Kindergarten people, they used 'em
They need 'em the over indulgent machines
Were their children
There wasn't a way down on
Earth here to cool 'em
'Cause they look just like humans
At Kresge's and Woolworth's
But decadent brains were at work to destroy
Brats in battalions were ruling the streets
Sayin' generation landslide closed the
Gap between them
And I laughed to myself at
The men and the ladies
Who never conceived of us
Billion dollar babies la, la, da, da, da
Militant mothers hiding in the basement
Using pots and pans as their
Shields and their helmets
Molotov milk bottles
Heaved from pink high chairs
While Mothers' Lib burned
Birth certificate papers
And dad gets his allowance from
His sonny the dealer
Who's pubic to the world but
Involved in high finance
Sister's out till 5
Doing bankers' son's hours
But she owns a Maserati that's
A gift from his father
Stop at full speed, at 100 miles per hour
The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em
But I laughed to myself at
The men and the ladies
Who never conceived of us
Billion dollar babies
La, la, da, da da, yeah-ho