Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Every generation got its own disease




Every generation got its own disease

The more we take the less we give
That's the modern way to live
Someone says live fast die young
But the time runs always faster, son

Diseases come, diseases go
Welcome to the final show
So let's shake hands with plastic gloves
And watch out for the last white doves

And believe me, baby
Every generation got its own disease
I've got mine, so help me please

I think that I'm too young to die
Love that girl and say goodbye
Change the girls like underwear
Using bodies without care
The love has gone and what we've got
Sweet perfume of sex and blood

And believe me, baby
Every generation got its own disease
I've got mine, babe, so help me please


(Saturday, 20 September 2014)

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