Текст песни Just Deserts - Salty

Kids these days, they don't carry around their radio
Worse yet, no Walkman too
What bout baby boomers, what bout Baby boomers?
What about gen x, what about gen x?
What about gen y, what about me?
What about my wasteland too?
We must prepare the table and then start to serve them
Just desserts, just deserts
And tell them all our weary generation fables
Just desserts, just deserts
They way I see the world, it's mine!
Just desserts, just deserts
The way I see the map, just deserts here
Kids these days, they don't listen to the radio
Worse yet, they won't even die when I die
We must prepare the table and then start to serve them
Just desserts, just deserts
And tell them all our weary generation fables
Just desserts, just deserts
The way I see the map, it's mine!
The way I see the clock, just deserts here
Peace and love and an iron glove
I say