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Alice Cooper – Generation Landslide lyrics
Please clean your plate dear, the Lord above can see ya
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 Kresges and Woolworths
But decadent brains were at work to destroy
Brats in battalions, were ruling the street scene
Generation landslide, closed the gap between 'em
And I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies
Who never conceived of the billion dollar babies
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
Dad gets his allowance from his sonny, the dealer
Who's pubic to the world but involved in high finance
Sister's out 'til five doing banker's son's hours
But she owns a Maserati, that's a gift from his father
Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles per hour
The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em
But I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies
Who never conceived of the billion dollar babies
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 Kresges and Woolworths
But decadent brains were at work to destroy
Brats in battalions, were ruling the street scene
Generation landslide, closed the gap between 'em
And I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies
Who never conceived of the billion dollar babies
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
Dad gets his allowance from his sonny, the dealer
Who's pubic to the world but involved in high finance
Sister's out 'til five doing banker's son's hours
But she owns a Maserati, that's a gift from his father
Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles per hour
The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em
But I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies
Who never conceived of the billion dollar babies
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