Limping for a Generation

Ooh-ooh-ooh...

Young man rocking in a chair
Outside a world of which he's unaware
Says he wants to be an antichrist
But God knows that boy's too nice

Young man with a keen appetite
Eat to the left and eat to the right
To seek only surfaces is his design
But it's not mine, no, it's not mine

And all I wanted was to go to him and say
It's all imagining and soon will change
But that would've been too much a lie

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...

And all I wanted was to go to him and say
Fuck your prejudice and be happy
It left a puzzle there

Oh, yeah...