"Your Generation" Lyrics

I hope you die before I get old
You had your fun so please just go
You Hippies had your time
Now you find that your greed has dined
And Woodstock, what a time.
But big deal, just to let it die with you.

I hope you die before I get old
Your megalomania's growing old
Sure the Summer of Love was fine
Had it shoved down this throat of mine
Now money has your mind
It's got your ...

All you're tryin' to say is
I should worship your Bob Dylan
Like Holy God and God
'Cause I don't know

All I'm willing to say is
Don't you know that he's the man
Who pulls us down and down
Like you, so go

Don't want ...
Don't want ...
Don't want ...
Don't want ...
To talk ...
About your generation

I hope you die before I get old
No "Sixty Something" or I'll go cold
Don't you think it's time you died?
Did your disco inside my mind
I think it's time you died
Had your babies on my Primetime
Oh please just start to die
Don't want to hear your impotence whines
It's really time to die
Don't want to see you retire on my TV
Don't wanna talk of your generation
Don't wanna talk of your generation
Don't wanna talk of your generation
Don't wanna talk of your ... GENERATION!