I found a picture of my mother in her bell-bottom jeans Flowers in her hair and two fingers up for peace In that Polaroid she smiles, a grown up baby boomer Maybe momma walked down the wild side, walking on the moon And what will they say about us?
I've heard stories about my grandpa, child of the great depression How growing up broke creates a deep and dark impression He sits in a rocker down at the Veterans' home Even when I go to visit, he's still rocking all alone And what will they say about us?
They'll call us generation lost or generation greed Or the connected generation to a plasma screen Or a generation why, enough is not enough Or maybe they'll call us generation love, generation love
We are children of divorce and victims of dysfunction Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/mRj6 We spell check of course and GPS the proper junction We've gotten pretty good at shifting all the blame But I think I hear an old song calling my new name
Generation love, not generation lost or generation greed Or the connected generation to a plasma screen Or a generation why, enough is not enough Or maybe they'll call us generation love Oh, generation love
When they open up our time capsule a hundred years from now Maybe they will look inside and see we figured out How to live with less and give ourselves away
Just maybe they'll call us, just maybe they'll call us Generation love, yeah yeah yeah We are a brand new generation of love We are a brand new generation of love, oh