Generation V.A.B

Mother television, Father peer pressure
Sing me a story, tell me a song
Rest assured, I'll grow up big and strong
Know my mind's the smoking gun

Generation V.A.B.
It's right where you left it
Generation V.A.B.
Don't it make you feel sick?

Holywood transmission, watered down seizure
Tell me there's hope and I might listen
sooner die in this shopping mall prison
though you know, I belong to...

Generation V.A.B.
It's right where you left it
Generation V.A.B.
Don't it make you feel sick?

And with any luck I'm told
We'll all die before we get old

Generation V.A.B.
It's right where you left it
Generation V.A.B.
Always thinking with their dicks.

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