D

D
Every generation gets fooled again
    A
And every generation is the same
        Bm
And its no good saying its not in your name
G        A
  'cause it is in your name
    D
And this generation is to blame
    A
And this generation is the same
        Bm
And I'm sorry that I can't join in any more
G                      A                G
But I've been let down too many times before
   A
Oh yeah we mean it
D             Bm
  We hate the kids
   G                         A       D
So dance dance dance to this radio tonight

  D
I wanted to believe in rock'n'roll stars
  A
I wanted to believe in contemporary art
  Bm
I wanted to aspire to a higher path
G     A
  But there's no higher path
       D
It was ever thus, and it was ever you
         A
And it's ever us because we'll do it too
          Bm
And we're sorry to the all the disinherited meek, and
      G                                A
We're sorry for this con-trick that we play on the people
G    A
  Oh yeah we mean it
D             Bm
  We hate the kids
   G                         A       D      G  A
So dance dance dance to this radio tonight 

    D
And nobody ever comes alive
        A
And the journalists clamour round glamour like flies
    Bm
And boys who should know better grin and get high
G                     A
With fat men who once met the MC5
    D
And no one discusses what they don't understand
    A
And no one does anything to harm the brand
         Bm
And this gift is an illusion, this isn't hard
G                     A                   G
Absolutely anyone can play the fucking guitar
   A
Oh yeah we mean it
D             Bm
  We hate the kids
G
Useless children genuflecting
A
To the idols who exploit them
G
Open mouthed and arsed expecting
A
Some god to anoint them
G                         A       D      G  A
Dance Dance Dance to this radio tonight

D G A
D G A

            D
And there's always a monk to get set on fire
            A
And there's always a crackhead charismatic liar
            Bm
And there's always a depth to which you can aspire
            G                 A
And there's always a teenager due to expire
D
Pop had a beginning, it grew and was tended
A
Now it is rotten. Let it be ended.
    Bm
Let every hopeless case that every drummer befriended,
G                           A
Every seven-inch that every student intended
      D                       
Every groupie and ligger and identity seeker
      A
Every druggy and drinker and every loudspeaker
   Bm
Be done with, be piled up, tossed, set alight
G
No more music, thank you and goodnight.