Låttexter:
Jersey Generation Genocide

inflicted addiction Too far gone, too far gone to take my helping hand The generation, generation, genocide Kamikaze casualties are falling by my side It's a generation, generation, genocide

Crossfire into situations time after time We'll finish this up tonight, not somewhere down the line I've got few good friends by my side And they're

More than a year's gone by since I lost my mother Since she left I've thought well what's the point I've thought well I don't know what I'm doing here

I hear the barley calling my name So I put on my best shoes and head down New St. Where the welcome mat hurries me in A pint glass awaits to drown my

Do you know me? I was on TV in 1963 for armed robbery. Here's my story. I didn't even keep the money. It's my time, my time was standing still This

Intertwined around your sticky fingers I fall Into the traps you lay, yeah the traps you lay You slipped inside my head I washed my thoughts. Unthinkable

addiction Too far gone, too far gone to take my helping hand [Chorus] Generation, Generation, Genocide Kamikaze casualties are falling by my side It's a Generation, Generation, Genocide