Heroes Don't Smoke (The Lost Generation)

Heroes don't smoke
Heroes don't drink
Take nor dope
Or even sink

We are their kids
the summerspring leafs
The optimistic breeze
full of long-term beliefs

But we have stumbled
we have rejected
and we have refused to subserve

We tried to obey
and we tried to listen
but we've missed our thanksgiving pay.

But what now?
Do we have to pray?
Do we have a religion?
or do we have to stay?

No resolution
no reserve.
We are the lost generation,
we should have subserved.

We are the lost generation,
we have fire in our eyes.
We are the lost generation,
with unconformist minds.
We are the lost generation,
with no more here to find.
We are the lost generation,
we have nobody with a sign.

Daunted, silent
lying with a single sigh.
Slaughtered, standard
but we always hoped to try.

But why should we try,
when we have nobody on whom to rely.
Why should we try,
when we can't even cry.

Again: we are silent,
we should have tried to cry.
Again: we are silent,
we should have shot that guy!

Back to normal now,
I have told my thoughts,
I have released my soul.
And now - I gratefully bow.