Violent generation

Violent generation Lyrics

Hard times, is what we're in
And it ain't getting any easier my friends.
Friends, search for the easy way out
And they don't care how it comes about.
Youth, they just wanna get paid.
They don't wanna end up working like slaves.
Slavin', for nickels and dimes
So they turn to the quick money of crime.

Morals are gone, no respect for human life.
But what was it that you'd expect?
Take a look around at this world we live in.
Tell me you wouldn't grow up cold and callous.
Prejudice, is one of their tools
And we fell for it like a pack of fools.
Fools, is what we are.
We follow their plans to the letter so far.
Each other, at the other's throat
They sit back, to them it's all a joke.
Joke, but now the joke is on them.
They can't deal with this generation so violent.

We stand accused of the crimes
The crimes that take place
They point the finger
But they're the ones that set the pace.
They beat you down, to try to keep you in your place.
They were the ones, they were the ones
They were the ones that taught me to hate.