Generation Landslide
Cooper, Buxton, Bruce, Dunaway, Smith / Alice Cooper: Billion Dollar Babies (1973)
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/ | / | La-la-da-da-da-da! |
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Please clean your plate, dear, The | lord above can | see ya; |
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Don't you know people Are | starving in Ko | rea? |
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Alcohol and razorblades and | poison and | needles. |
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Kindergarten people, they | used 'em they | need 'em. |
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The | over-indulgent ma | chines were their | children. |
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There | wasn't a way down on | earth here to | cool 'em, |
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'Cause they | looked just like humans at | Kresge's and | Woolworth's; |
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But | decadent brains were at | work to de | stroy. |
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Brats in battalions were | ruling the | streets, saying |
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" | Generation Landslide | close the gap be | tween 'em" |
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And I | laugh to my | self every | man and the | ladies |
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Who | never con | ceived of those | billion dollar | ba- | bies. - La-la-da-da-da-da! |
Militant mothers, hiding in the basement, |
Using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets. |
Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high-chairs, |
While mothers limp burned, birth certificate papers. |
Dad gets allowance from his sonny the dealer |
Who's pubic to the world, but involved in high finance. |
Sister's out 'til five doing banker's son's hours, |
But she owns a Maserati, that's a gift from his father. |
Stop at full speed at one hundred miles per hour, |
The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em, |
But I laugh to myself, every man, and the ladies. |
Who never conceived those billion dollar babies. La-la-da-da-da-da - yaah! |
harp solo
guitar solo