Generation Got Its Own Disease — текст песни (Fury In The Slaughterhouse)

The more we take the less we give

Thats the modern way to live

And someone says live fast die young

But the time runs always faster son

Diseases come diseases go

Welcome to the final show

Lets shake hands with plastic gloves

And watch out for the last white doves



And believe me every generation

Got its own disease

And Ive got mine so help us plese



I think that Im to young to die

Love that girl and say goodbye

Change the girls like underware

Using bodies without care

The love has gone and what weve got?

A sweet perfume of sex and blood



And believe me, baby

Every generation got its own disease

And Ive got mine

So help me please