Lost Generation - Colin Hay

Beautiful girl, from the southland

I don’t quite understand, but I know who you are

Last night you told me about your sister

How you loved and how you missed her

I don’t know why but you say that you like me

But sometimes yeah, you despise me

You tell me you’re the lost generation

So much anger, and so much frustration

It’s not your fault it’s the situation

When all you want is to rest your body

Under the sun, in the long grass

Your life has not been fun this is clear

You don’t understand why

Everybody else has got every little thing

You joined a group but you don’t sing

I know that you’ve got things to say

You want tomorrow, when it’s still today

You tell me you’re the lost generation

I saw you talk on Face the Nation

You want the truth, you seek salvation

But you got no time, you got no patience

Your daddy’s a big shot in construction

Your mother’s just had liposuction

You thought that your life came with a list of instructions

All you want is to lay your body down

It’s love that we seek

The future looks

Sometimes we feel so small

Hate the ones who spoiled it all

You tell me you’re the lost generation

All you want is a good occupation

Then you drink too much you spit damnation

Start to sound like my old poor relations

But don’t worry darling it’ll be alright

There’s nothing to win nobody to fight

What seems wrong may soon be right

Under the moon we’ll lay our bodies down

Lay our bodies down in the long grass under the sun

Lay our bodies down down down