We don't want bla bla please

We want to be respected

We want to walk in peace

We want each other to be ok

We want to drink, have sex

And we only talk on MySpace

But go and change think of Facebook that's great

Go go bitch oh my fucking God!

I swear, we want an iPhone please cause' Carrie Broadshaw touched one

We want a Woodstock please with real hippies not fake

As Amy said: "we are all going back to black."

Our generation

We want to scream but without words it's so hard to be heard

Our generation

We want to scream but without words it's so hard to be heard

We want to find a place

And wanna dance until death

We want a Starbucks please

We want Kate Moss as twin

We want Jimmy with Chris without judgement that's it

It's just a heart heart beat they're gay they're not shit