In this cultural wasteland What is left for the young and the restless What is left among your billboard lies Among your golden prison bars Among your nicely dressed generation of Sleepwalking living dead Wrapped up in shining cells In this cultural wasteland What is left for you and me Where can we scream Where can we breath Where can we be free We are the generation of hope We are the generation of stories untold We are the scum of this earth We are the rats giving birth To the nightmares of your world We see with clear eyes We fell with full hearts We are the generation buried alive We are the generation pushed aside And times will come When there's no one left to protect you When the peripheral will have their way When the castaways will flood your streets With something to say When the buried alive Will rise from their graves When the young and the restless Will embrace their hate