The Lowest Of The Low - Last, Lost Generation lyrics

You'll never make wine out of these grapes of wrath The bells are tolling and our ship is sinking fast And this brave new world we're living in, The walls are tar the roof is tin It seems the revolution has become a sin Nothing but humiliation for the last, lost generation I can't believe we're gonna go through that again I'd go downtown and drink some Guinness from a tin You are the one, you are the one But I'm flat broke and my U.I. ain't coming in You are the one, you are the one And excuse me if I take my time, she used to be a friend of mine It feels weird standing in her unenjoyment line In the Catholic mission of her mind, I'm down and out on my behind But I remember her soup kitchen used to taste so fine Yeah, so fine, you are the one Oh so fine, you are the one Yea, so fine, you are the one (Jackboots) The dream you bury (Dog-hoops) Is the torch you carry (Bad news) But is it necessary to fade away? Whoops, there goes another thousand city workers You are the one, you are the one The tightrope walkers of this economic circus You are the one, you are the one And before you build that Hooverville Beware the "Triumph of the Will", Is just around the corner in a movie-still And I have got some mouths to fill, And I think you should take a pill And learn a lesson from the boys on Suicide Hill I suffer from a slight hallucination You are the one, you are the one I share it with this whole lost generation You are the one, you are the one So pa** the needle and the spoon A cool d**h in the afternoon I never thought mortality would come so soon Or I could sit inside my room Ejaculate another tune And masturbate the day away like poets do So true, you are the one So true, you are the one So true, you are the one You are the one, you are the one Yeah, the one, you are the one You are the one, you are the one Yeah, the one, you are the one