Lyrics

Ya cover up the truth Cuz ya don't know what to do Tomorrow ain't gonna come We're running out of room Panic! Into the streets Radiate the human meat Nuclear meltdown, Holly Cost Radio frequencies Mercy Kill! A mercy killing! The generation of baby boomer sluts! Who is the enemy? We are the dying breed Inconstant judgement, man you're obsolete Self pity generation, nuclear generation A wannabe generation, there's no clean air