Behind the fake family image
A generation with no place
We are the people that you hate
We are the bastards that you created
A generation with no place
A generation of all your sons and daughters
A generation of all your sons and
Losing ground and falling faster
Raised by TV sets, abandoned every mile
A generation with no place
Into a life that no one should have to live
A generation with no place
We are the people that you hate
We never get respect, never a fair trial
The bastards that you created
We are the people that you hate
And what did you expect, a perfect child
No one gives a as long as we smile, smile, smile
A generation of all your sons and
A generation of all your sons and daughters
A generation with no place
I see an image of the future that we don't have
We are the people that you hate
Inside the cage that we've been given
We are the bastards that you created
We are the bastards that you created
The bastards that you created
Behind the smile of a thousand moms and dads
We are the people that you hate
