My poor generation laments and wails,
Crowds the institutions, overruns the jails.
Sing and moan they play their guitars
Hustle w****s and live in the bars.
Puffin' pot they live in slop break the laws and kill the cops.
Go to school they learn no rule and call the wise old man a fool
Talk of action, sit on a stool! My poor generation!
Criticize the fellowship use LSD and take a trip
While the world rolls on by.
Get off a trike and get on a bike, grow a beard they're really weird like
Little children out to play.
Sit and mope they have no hope forget the soap, nothing can be clean
And they don't want Jesus to be real, no they don't want Jesus to be real.
Crowds the institutions, overruns the jails.
Sing and moan they play their guitars
Hustle w****s and live in the bars.
Puffin' pot they live in slop break the laws and kill the cops.
Go to school they learn no rule and call the wise old man a fool
Talk of action, sit on a stool! My poor generation!
Criticize the fellowship use LSD and take a trip
While the world rolls on by.
Get off a trike and get on a bike, grow a beard they're really weird like
Little children out to play.
Sit and mope they have no hope forget the soap, nothing can be clean
And they don't want Jesus to be real, no they don't want Jesus to be real.