Take me to the land where all the stars are
Please save me now, it doesn't look to far
Where all the pretty things are remote controlled
Just like them you know, we've got no soul

Everything's disposable in my world
My hate is portable in my world
And if it's not right now, I don't want it anymore
Thirty seconds is enough to sell me like a whore

Generation Me
I think it's A.D.D.
Taught to see the ephemeral scene
Crib to grave
Just market machines
Nothing to save
It's all obscene

We were the babies
who were taught to want it now
Soothed only by love
from the TV screen

My life is not what's on the magazine
My beliefs are not what's on the preaching screen
And don't you fucking thing that I can't see this lies
Because of all this is false, something you and I despise

We're gonna bring it all down
I won't belong
Generation A.D.D.