I am a PRODUCT of the 20th century I is the Mafia The swing that's in your gate The dirty washing hanging on your line Like a pretty flower, never feed me at all Like a pretty flower never feed me... I is life I is death With her four winds blowing Will I see you again? I am... I see you now It's all over I'm seeing through all the plastic... Sunrise come every morning... I live in Siberia Through no fault of my own We're a blank generation in the danger zone Paracidal slumbers from 7-23 Only the blind follow me... Abyssinia in the morning Breakfast in Berlin... Oh! You leave me dying Everybody wants what everybody's got And everybody's got what everybody wants Soldier lies bleeding where a church once stood!