Sing it out, boy
They're gonna sell what tomorrow means
Sing it out girl,
Before they kill what tomorrow brings
You've got to make a choice,
if the music drowns you out.
And raise your voice,
every single time they try and shut your mouth.

Generation nothing
Nothing but a dead scene
Product of a white dream

Поколение пустоты
Ничего, кроме мертвого зрелища,
Результат чистой мечты.