worrying 'bout my generation
trying to keep us from occupation,
save us from annihilation -
leave us alone, it's not your worry,
you're living our lives in too big a hurry
well, people take us for nothin' but fools -
we either fight or go to school -
i go to school and i still can't learn
and i get a little card that says 'don't burn',
go to the draft board one fine day
the sergeant says: 'boy, you're 1-A'
so here i stand with mud in my eyes,
bullets flyin' around like flies,
why i'm here i can't realise!
then i get another suprise -
my folks wouldn't even let me smoke, yeah-heh -
now they send me cigarettes!
so you sit there a-contemplating
worry about my generation.
tell your boy to go to school
so he won't wind up in being a fool,
study hard and really learn,
so he won't get a card that says 'don't burn'
Contributed by Alessandro - 2006/9/28 - 16:12
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