Текст песни Losing Generation - Bad Religion
The
systems
of
life
hum
accordingly
Every
day,
every
year,
every
century
But,
everywhere
humans
go
things
get
worse
and
worse
Can't
you
tell
through
the
smoke
on
the
dirty
city
The
jungle
was
once
a
tranquil
hideaway
For
the
king
of
the
trees
and
the
mountains
themselves
But
man
those
things
sell
a
million
dollars
a
pound
Cut
them
up,
dry
them
out,
good
display
for
the
shelves
Why
can't
we
just
leave
them
alone?
Who
is
the
animal?
Who
is
that
dangerous
beast?
Why
were
the
other
ones
made?
I
know
it
wasn't
just
for
our
feast
And
now
they're
down
to
250
lone
souls
They're
a
breed
of
a
losing
generation
it
seems
The
killers
are
ourselves
so
you
know
who
to
blame
It
was
man
with
his
plan
and
his
frightening
greed
I
don't
think
we'll
ever
leave
them
alone
Who
is
the
animal?
Who
is
that
dangerous
beast?
Why
were
the
other
ones
made?
I
know
it
wasn't
just
for
our
feast
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