Our generation is raving mad Your generation is fucking sad Our generation is for the working class Your generation is kicking ass We're going to fight
Our generation is raving mad Your generation is fucking sad Our generation is for the workng calss Your generation is kicking ass We're going to fight
Bush has got his upper cut He's goin' to fuckin' war He won't revert to sticks and stones Just bullet holes and broken bones Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos
She's a rainbow and she loves the peaceful life Knows I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight There's a part of me in the chaos that's quiet And there
million miles from the concrete jungle This is a time full of fear, full of anger A hero's exchange for a telephone line Whatever happened to the youth of this generation
even on my radar So won't you please jump off my dick, lay off and stay off And follow me as I put these crayons to chaos From seance to seance C'mon
mystery It's ultimate secret and have finally found the key to eternal life. Not only are you now all equal You are also a priveleged new generation
of my passions Evaporates the love lakes of my soul Clouds my thoughts and rains you into existence As I take flight on bolts of lighting Claiming chaos
of man drawn off from this early war In your veins you find the strength from the demon's heritage Kingu, general of the host of chaos, fighting for
and abandoned. Children sell their bodies, from their high they fall to drown. Demons crazed by greed cut bystanders down. A chemically tainted welfare generation
NO All the world And come with the CHAOS All the world They wanna CONTROL All the world And come with the CHAOS All the world They wanna CONTROL CHAOS
the vintage london fog I'm fuckin your g after you took her to miniature golf From the floor of this shitty-ass kitchen I see hella cats in my general chao
blazin beheadin bitch boasts and bluffers Borough barricaders beat bringers brutally blast Bringin blood baths (C!) cover cowards corners collectin cash Confirmed convicts committin crimes clappin cats Creepin cashiers causin characters comas, cappin crabs Chaos
ganks g's gettin green Guess garments gleamin' Greatly gainin' g's Ghetto genius Genuine gestures gracefully guide Government Generals gradually generate
Fight!!!!! Take me to your leader Psychotronic generating
I have to say It's never too late to learn in this day and age We'll point you in a new a direction Passed down to this generation If you've learned
torn apart by chaos While the fortress endures Great leader will succumb He'll be the death of us all We are not a nation, we are doomed generation
