lost generation

Colin Hay

Beautiful girl, from the southland
I donââ?¬â?¢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 donââ?¬â?¢t know why but you say that you like me
But sometimes yeah, you despise me

You tell me youââ?¬â?¢re the lost generation
So much anger,and so much frustration
Itââ?¬â?¢s not your fault itââ?¬â?¢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 donââ?¬â?¢t understand why
Everybody else has got every little thing
You joined a group but you donââ?¬â?¢t sing
I know that youââ?¬â?¢ve got things to say
You want tomorrow, when itââ?¬â?¢s still today

You tell me youââ?¬â?¢re the lost generatoin
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 daddyââ?¬â?¢s a big shot in construction
Your motherââ?¬â?¢s just had liposuction
You thought that your life came with a list of instructions
All you want is to lay your body down

Itââ?¬â?¢s love that we seek
The future looks
Sometimes we feel so small
Hate the ones who spoiled it all
You tell me youââ?¬â?¢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 donââ?¬â?¢t worry darling itââ?¬â?¢ll be alright
Thereââ?¬â?¢s nothing to win nobody to fight
What seems wrong may soon be right
Under the moon weââ?¬â?¢ll lay our bodies down
Lay our bodies down in the long grass under the sun
Lay our bodies down down down