The Punk Meets the Godfather

PUNK:

You declared you would be three inches taller

You only became what we made you.

Thought you were chasing a destiny calling

You only earned what we gave you.

You fell and cried as our people were starving,

Now you know that we blame you.

You tried to walk on the trail we were carving,

Now you know that we framed you.

G.F.:

I'm the guy in the sky

Flying high Flashing eyes

No surprise I told lies

I'm the punk in the gutter

I'm the new president

But I grew and I bent

Don't you know? don't it show?

I'm the punk with the stutter.

My my my my my mmmm my my my.

GGGGG-g-g-g-g generation.

PUNK:

We tried to speak between lines of oration

You could only repeat what we told you.

Your axe belongs to a dying nation,

They don't know that we own you.

You're watching movies trying to find the feelers,

You only see what we show you.

We're the slaves of the phony leaders

Breathe the air we have blown you.

G.F.:

I'm the guy etc.

I have to be careful not to preach

I can't pretend that I can teach,

And yet I've lived your future out

By pounding stages like a clown.

And on the dance floor broken glass,

The bloody faces slowly pass,

The broken seats in empty rows,

It all belongs to me you know.