Generation Y? - Thea Gilmore

Four o’clock in the morning and my coffee got cold

And I’ve been watching the streetlamps flick off with the dawn

So I take a deep breath inwards and my hair’s pulled down my throat

I look up at the sky ask do you mind if I smoke?

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da

Oh, oh, la da da da da da da

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da

Talkin' bout degeneration

And what about democracy and what about equality?

We’re all asking the age old question so what about me?

And we turn to face the cameras pointing knives towards each others back

Saying I’m a product of my generation.

You could make a film about that

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da

Oh, oh, la da da da da da da

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da

Talkin' bout degeneration

And the bigwigs down on fleet street are cashing in on this parade

Selling hot dogs by disaster zones counting every dollar made

And we pay out for the gossip and the latest on our own demise

Like the prints supposed to be our ears, like the screens supposed to be our

eyes

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da

Oh, oh, la da da da da da da

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da

Talkin' bout degeneration

You said that it meant nothing

You said that you just met her

Well as far as your excuses go baby

You could do better

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da

Oh, oh, la da da da da da da

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da

Talkin' bout degeneration

Said I’m talkin' bout degeneration

Said I’m talkin' bout degeneration