Castration Generation

Triceratops of a golden age Locked away in a charlatans cage Bearded apes dancing on the stage Waiting, waiting to be slain Next to nowhere on a regional drive Feeling so good, being alive And the prison of our brain cells - tries to remind us Our arms aren't wings we weren't meant for for flying We're the Castration generation Brimming with slick sanitisation In a stupid condescending nation Apollo's sensual creation We're the Castration generation Working on an interstellar station Getting high off outlaw inhalation While we breathe in the sickly adoration Of your people (Your people) Of your people (Your people) Of your people (Your people) Of you Electric friends in thunderstorms of green Fenced out in the cold - taking it personally Count my failings on my fingers, one two three If it weren't for my transgressions then I wouldn't be me We're the Castration Generation Dialling into your location Hanging around in a Martian plantation Cursing, cursing at our breaking We're the Castration generation Trying to comprehend the information Written on the grail - our liberation Is me! Is me! The sickly adoration of Jade Dragons, St. Francis Killing it in salsa classes Cutting losses, feeling better Black mamba with a hidden beretta Chilly feeling with no ceiling Mercury has turned to dealing Castration Generation - take your penultimate salutations Castration Generation In awe! Wonder! Speculating Hummingbird eyes, violently waiting For our inevitable incarceration We're the Castration Generation Far beyond our limitations Giving in to every temptation 'Cause we know we are our own salvation Castration Generation Castration Generation Castration Generation Castration Generation With your Kerosene Mouthwash for your lizard skin tongue Your cowardice beyond your meat and your dead dreams on the run Masticated - saturated Spent, chewed up and penetrated Lost in the walls in the penitentiary Of your soiled luck