You're so out of it
You can't give a speechYou're so wasted
Your brain cell won't thinkYour eyes are shocking pink
Your lips are ruby redWouldn't it be better
If we were peanut butter
on a moldy piece of bread
Knowing that the angels will soon
Let loose the winds of dreadDie wicked generation
Uttered an angel from the sky
Die wicked generation
For this is the close of your Game of DestructionYou vote for a president
That decides full of flawsAnti-Christ government
That's the way it's gonna beYou must fight for your rights
Against a polititian most of all
When they won't listenHappy birthyear Judgement day
Death has won the race
So let us all embrace
Die wicked generation
Uttered an angel from the sky
Die wicked generation
For this is the close of your Game of DestructionGame of destruction, yeah yeah!...
