A Young Generation Living For Sensation
Trying To Be Cool But Inside They Have A Hole
Sick And Tired Of Pretending Don't Even Care
If The World Is Ending
A Wounded Generation Betrayed By The One Before

Living For The Moment

Lost In The Marketplace Of All Religions
told to Pick And Choose
What's Suits And Feels The Best
Given All The Substitutess
But No Love And Compassion
Left In A Video World Given Over To Imagination

But I Like Them, I Like Them

A Lonely Generation With No One To Talk To
Raised To Be Suspicious Against Love
Who Can Give Them What They Are Looking For
No One But The Man From Nazareth

But He Likes Them, He Likes Them