3rd generation nation
There ain't no future and there ain't no past
There's just a graveyard and it's coming fast
Well we want the truth, we're the modern youth
History has warned ya of
And we're down to kill
We're the 3rd Generation Nation
Ain't It FunAin't it fun when you're always on the run
Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you've become
Ain't it fun when you get so high that you, well you just can't come
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young
Big CityTo late to go back home
Stranded in the streets
Sweating in the heat
Don`t care to be a star
Poundin on the door
Sleepin on the floor
Big city, ain;t to pretty
Catholic BoyI don't wanna be no Catholic boy
I just wanna have some fun
I don't wanna be no Catholic boy
And get beat by the nuns
I don't wanna kneel, I don't wanna feel
Guilty suppression
I wanna beat my meat right in the street
Caught With The Meat In Your MouthHot flashes burning my brain
Your tongue lashing drive me insane
From New York City to LA
You're known as the hottest lay
Anya pink canopy gonna shackle ya' down
You crossed every back in town
From a cheri runaway to a bowery queen
Dead and AliveCaretakers of the streets
Virgins with tainted saviours
Hippies hustling chump change
Don't know the days from the night
Dead and alive ain't breathing I'm
Dead and alive feeling so damn
Dead and alive
Down in FlamesDead boy running scared
Dead boy
Caught Nuclear aware
Dead Boy
Dead Boy gonna fall
Dead Boy
Too sick to want to crawl
Down in flames
I Need LunchI-I don't need your company
Girls like you all come for free
I-I don't really wanna dance
Girl, I just wanna get in your pants
I-I don't wantcha to hang around
Girl I don't need ya to drag me down
Well I-I don't really wanna dance
I Wont Look BackAll my boyhood friends told me I'd fail
Spend my lifetime friendless or in jail
And all the girls at the school dance
Wouldn't give me a second chance
But I won't look back
I remember all their social games
Not AnymoreWalking down another cold dark street
I'm waiting for the dawn
Another coffee shop, a blimpie base
A-keep me warm until dawn
The heat from the sewer grate don't warm my bed
The snow aint cold anymore
Feet are so cold from the holes in my shoes
Search and DestroyI'm a street walking cheetah with a hand full of napalm
I'm the runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb
I am the world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys
Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby, detonate for me
Tell MeI want you back, again
I want your love, again
I know you find it hard
To reason with me
But this time is different
Darling you'll see
You gotta
What Love IsI don't need none of your bedroom bruised sweet box
I don't need none of your spoiled ass sweet talk
Write on your face with my pretty knife
I want to toy with your precious life
I want you to know
I want you to know
I want you to know
I want you to know what love is