D5

D5
Every generation gets fooled again
    A5
And every generation is the same
        B5
And its no good saying its not in your name
G5        A5
  'cause it is in your name
    D5
And this generation is to blame
    A5
And this generation is the same
        B5
And I'm sorry that I can't join in any more
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But I've been let down too many times before
   A5
Oh yeah we mean it
D5             B5
  We hate the kids
   G5                         A5       D5
So dance dance dance to this radio tonight

  D5
I wanted to believe in rock'n'roll stars
  A5
I wanted to believe in contemporary art
  B5
I wanted to aspire to a higher path
G5     A5
  But there's no higher path
       D5
It was ever thus, and it was ever you
         A5
And it's ever us because we'll do it too
          B5
And we're sorry to the all the disinherited meek, and
      G5                                A5
We're sorry for this con-trick that we play on the people
G5    A5
  Oh yeah we mean it
D5             B5
  We hate the kids
   G5                         A5       D5      G5  A5
So dance dance dance to this radio tonight 

    D5
And nobody ever comes alive
        A5
And the journalists clamour round glamour like flies
    B5
And boys who should know better grin and get high
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With fat men who once met the MC5
    D5
And no one discusses what they don't understand
    A5
And no one does anything to harm the brand
         B5
And this gift is an illusion, this isn't hard
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Absolutely anyone can play the fucking guitar
   A5
Oh yeah we mean it
D5             B5
  We hate the kids
G5
Useless children genuflecting
A5
To the idols who exploit them
G5
Open mouthed and arsed expecting
A5
Some god to anoint them
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Dance Dance Dance to this radio tonight

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D5 G5 A5

            D5
And there's always a monk to get set on fire
            A5
And there's always a crackhead charismatic liar
            B5
And there's always a depth to which you can aspire
            G5                 A5
And there's always a teenager due to expire
D5
Pop had a beginning, it grew and was tended
A5
Now it is rotten. Let it be ended.
    B5
Let every hopeless case that every drummer befriended,
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Every seven-inch that every student intended
      D5                       
Every groupie and ligger and identity seeker
      A5
Every druggy and drinker and every loudspeaker
   B5
Be done with, be piled up, tossed, set alight
G5
No more music, thank you and goodnight.