Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis Take what’s left there in the bank Take your flat iron and your curlers Your sparkling water and that damn perfume I never liked Take your black Mercedes all that stuff for ladies To me you’re just a total

My generation is zero I never made it as a working class hero 21st century breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I'm losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell A welfare child where

Like broken mirrors It's been years Since our luck ran out and left us here Ten million shards of glass and tears But now we are Awake enough to show what we hear Reflections of an unfamiliar face A fate that we deserve Now it's your turn

Homeless child What is left For the homeless child Nowhere here To call my home No one near To call my own All that's left Is for me to roam

We're marchin' on Right, right, right, right, left There's so many wars we fought There's so many things we're not But with what we have I promise you that For all of the plans we made There isn't a flag I'd wave Don't care where we've been

And the daffodils look lovely today, Ooh, in your eyes I can see the disguise. Holding on, that's what I do since I met you. And it won't be long. Would you notice if I left you? And it's fine for some 'cause you're not the one, You're not the one

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

What are we supposed to do After all that we've been through When everything that felt so right is wrong Now that the love is gone? There is nothing left to prove No use to deny this simple truth Can't find the reason to keep holding on Now that the love

And when your dreams have come to end How will you buy your happiness? And when your self is all you have left With what will you fill your emptiness? Mirror, mirror on the wall Who’s the ugliest of them all? Severed, crawling like spiders Injecting

And well, I think I've gone mad Isn't that so sad? And what a shame you've lost a brain that you never had Oh mum check the car it can’t have gone far I must have left it on a train or lost in a bar It’s likely in a Sainsbury’s Flirting with the girls