I found a picture of my mother in her bell-bottom jeans.
flowers in her hair, two fingers up for peace.
In that Polaroid she smiled, A grown up baby boomer
Maybe momma walked down the wild side, walking on the moon
What will they say about us?
I've heard stories about my grandpa, child of the great depression
how growing up broke creates and deep and dark impression
He sits in a rocker, down at the veterans hall
even when I got to visit he still rocking all alone
What will they say about us?
They call us generation lost or generation greed
or they connect the generation to a plasma screen
or a generation why the enough is not enough
Or maybe they'll call us generation love
Generation love
We are children of divorce, Victims of disfunction
We spell check of course, And GPS the proper junction
We've gotten pretty good at shifting all the blame
But I think I hear an old song calling my new name
Generation love
Not generation lost or generation greed
or they connect the generation to a plasma screen
or a generation why enough is not enough
Or maybe they'll call us generation love
Ohhhh generation love
And when the open up our time capsle, 100 years from now
Maybe they'll look inside, And see we figured out
how to live with this and give ourselves away
just maybe they'll call us,
Just maybe they'll call us
Generation love Yeah yeah yeah
We are a brand new generation (Generation Love)
We are a brand new generation (Ohhhhh oh oh oh)