The Damned Generation
little Abby
at school all day
always aiming for that perfect A
she looks happy
but you don’t know what’s inside
she comes home every single night
to a single mom that drinks her worries away
tonight it's a beating or maybe two
Abby looks to the sky
and prays to god that she'll make it through
with another kick and a final cry
all the kids at school won’t get to say goodbye
little Tina waves her pom-poms high
screaming her cheers and smiling bright
you'll never see her cry
but you don’t know what's inside
she works two jobs just to get by
paying her own bills
she makes every penny count
cause if she doesn’t then she'll be kicked out
working the streets till half past four
being told by everyone that she's a whore
she's so scared she can barely speak
but she'll fake the smile so she won’t seem weak
pink slip in the mail
her job is done
she hits the streets at quarter to one
but half-way there she has to run back
she'll be called a slut and that's a fact
she'd rather end it than have one label more
next day, little Annie comes by to call her an ugly whore
church bells ring and a procession of black
because everyone knows that Tina’s not coming back
little Tommy is the model son
"he's the sweetest guy" says everyone
he can light up the room with his perfect smile
and if you ask for an inch, he'll give you the mile
but you don't know what's inside
thrown into lockers and called a fag
he reaches down into his bag
to take the knife that no one sees
no body's there to answer his pleas
he prays to God to end his pain
but everyday proves to be the same
another name called
another shove in the halls
he's always tried to have a good soul
but every word said is like getting hit with a pole
he'll go home tonight and cut too deep
one more funeral at the end of the week
what have we done to these kids?
what have we done to these kids!
every day of their lives
they stay up all night to cry
spread a little love and i have no doubt
that bullying and pain could soon be out
sticks and stones may break your bones
but it's the words that'll kill you
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