Generation Y? Songtext / Lyric

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