Writing on bogs is illogical
Spring water just comes out of taps
The only thing I can do is be cynical
I'm not even too good at that
We can't agree on anything
Especially not to differ
Life is a pig when graffiti is you only art form
Entertainment and derangement of a generation
Falling, falling, do you know where?

Thinking is illogical
When others can do it for you
Planning is illogical
When my magazine star sign says I'm sorted
No point in learning
Too stupid to get a job
No jobs left to get
Not for a lazy lout like me
We're falling
Do you know where?

Originally subtited 'Song for a wasted generation'. I have a feeling I'd been listening to too much Green Day.
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