Generation Y? Lyrics - The Lipstick Conspiracies - Thea Gilmore

Four o'clock in the morning and my coffee got cold 

And I've been watching the streetlamps flick off with the dawn 

So I take a deep breath inwards and my hair's pulled down my throat 

I look up at the sky ask do you mind if I smoke? 

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da 

Oh, oh, la da da da da da da 

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da 

Talkin' bout degeneration 

And what about democracy and what about equality? 

We're all asking the age old question so what about me? 

And we turn to face the cameras pointing knives towards each others back 

Saying I'm a product of my generation. You could make a film about that 

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da 

Oh, oh, la da da da da da da 

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da 

Talkin' bout degeneration 

And the bigwigs down on fleet street are cashing in on this parade 

Selling hot dogs by disaster zones counting every dollar made 

And we pay out for the gossip and the latest on our own demise 

Like the prints supposed to be our ears, like the screens supposed to be our eyes 

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da 

Oh, oh, la da da da da da da 

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da 

Talkin' bout degeneration 

You said that it meant nothing 

You said that you just met her 

Well as far as your excuses go baby 

You could do better 

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da 

Oh, oh, la da da da da da da 

La da da, la da da, la da da da da da da 

Talkin' bout degeneration 

Said I'm talkin' bout degeneration 

Said I'm talkin' bout degeneration