Tekster:
Generationals

gold and made of steel It can strike a chord inside you Like a generation's need Speaking happy words of promise Big generator Lives out of sight Big generator

Jacaranda Help me out tomorrow Jacaranda Don't wanna be alone Keep falling over A spell that brings this sorrow Give and take I shouldn't be afraid

Innocence no answer to your breaking heart If the situation sometimes falls apart Then in this ecstasy your charms are frozen No emotion falling through

Person to person woman to man Sing me a story to reach me Teach me to teach me to understand All these emotions I miss you So you leave her Can't believe

generation) My generation This is my generation, baby My, my, my, my generation My, my, my, my generation Talkin' 'bout my generation (My generation) Talkin' 'bout my generation

Satan In this cold dark world with no patience We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacin' The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation We are the next generation

You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars Don't worry Mayne, you could get it Mayne If

the last generation Rest in peace, it's all over now It's the end of salvation Memories in the photographs Of the last generation Of the last generation

Bring it down to earth Bring it down to earth Bring it down to earth Bring it down to earth Bring it down to earth Bring it down to earth Bring it down