It's in the Friday nights they hide
It's on roaring raging beasts they ride
What is it they do on their "dates"?
They learn how to love as they teach how to hate
I'm sorry, what is it on them you are trying to pin?
When it all comes back to you and your Original Sin?
They seize joy in a dark bathroom stall
Lurking in their Utopian Mall
But how is it this your judgement call
Can't they learn to fly as they fall
Can't they give happiness their own little spin?
Can't they frolic in your Original Sin?
Here they are, Generation X
Always thinking they know what comes next
Armies in the Suburbanite Wars
Making battlefields of your average corner
"Take this and eat" the Lord hath sayth
And you expect them now to give you their faith
When you come to aid them in their plight
What makes their happiness wrong and yours oh so right?
Each believes enough to serve a need
Each uses a different code and creed
But they will still crawl under you skin
As they live with your Original Sin
When we light a fire
Beneath our imagination pyre
Will it make steam?
Or produce a dream,
With consequences much more dire?