A generation lost in hell
An empty life not much to tell
Crime is on the up and up
But judge replies that's tough luck
Life is school but it ain't no weekend
And I reply don't give in
Sometimes last and there I stay
Tell us master who's the prey

Under the carpet they go
The young the weak and the old
Under the carpet they're swept
You haven't seen nothing yet!

Don't forget that they don't care bout us
The sense of us is so endearing
Fall in love another day
It's time to watch and pave the way
No one moves at this old age
Plenty of hustle once its next day
Tell your kids they should pick it up
But turn around and say tough luck