Alice Cooper – Generation Landslide

Alice Cooper – Generation Landslide

Please clean the plates, dear.

The Lord above can see ya.

Don’t you know people are starving in

Korea?

Alcohol and razor blades and straight pins

and needles,

Kindergarten people – they use ’em, the

need ’em.

Over-indulging machines were their children.

There wasn’t a way down on Earth to cool

’em,

‘Cause they look just like humans at Kresges

and Woolworths.

But decadent brains were at work to

destroy.

Brats in battalions were ruling the streets,

Sayin’ generation landslide closed the gap

between ’em.

And I laugh to myself at the men and the

ladies

Who never conceived of us billion dollar

babies.

Militant mothers hiding in their basement

Using pots and pans as their shields and

their helmets.

Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high

chairs,

While Mothers’ Lib burned their certificate

papers.

Dad gets his allowance from his sonny, the

dealer,

Who’s pubic to the world but involved in

high finance.

Sister’s out ’til five doing banker’s son’s

hours.

But she owns a Maserati that’s a gift from

his father.

Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles

per hour.

The Colgate invisible shield finally got ’em.

And I laugh to myself at the men and the

ladies

Who never conceived of