Lowest Of The Low Last Lost Generation Lyrics

Last Lost Generation Lyrics

You'll never make wine out of these grapes of wrath 

The bells are tolling and our ship is sinking fast 



And this brave new world we're living in, 

The walls are tar the roof is tin 

It seems the revolution has become a sin 

Nothing but humiliation for the last, lost generation 

I can't believe we're gonna go through that again 



I'd go downtown and drink some Guinness from a tin 

But I'm flat broke and my U.I. ain't coming in 



And excuse me if I take my time, she used to be a friend of mine 

It feels weird standing in her unenjoyment line 

In the Catholic mission of her mind, I'm down and out on my behind 

But I remember her soup kitchen used to taste so fine 



(Jackboots) The dream you bury 

(Dog-hoops) Is the torch you carry 

(Bad news) But is it necessary to fade away? 



Whoops, there goes another thousand city workers 

The tightrope walkers of this economic circus 



And before you build that Hooverville 

Beware the "Triumph of the Will", 

Is just around the corner in a movie-still 

And I have got some mouths to fill, 

And I think you should take a pill 

And learn a lesson from the boys on Suicide Hill 



I suffer from a slight hallucination 

I share it with this whole lost generation 



So pass the needle and the spoon 

A cool death in the afternoon 

I never thought mortality would come so soon 

Or I could sit inside my room 

Ejaculate another tune 

And masturbate the day away like poets do 

So true... You are the one