The beaten Generation by Matt Johnson; "The The"

THE BEAT(en) GENERATION

When you cast your eyes upon the skylines of this ...
Once proud nation
Can you sense the fear and the hatred
Growing in the hearts of it's population?
And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced
By the greedy hands of politics and half truths

The beaten generation, the beaten generation
Reared on a diet of prejudice and misinformation
The beaten generation, the beaten generation
Open your eyes, open your imagination

We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes
And hypnotised by the satellites
Into believing what is good and what is right
You may be worshipping the temples of mammon
Or lost in the prisons of religion
But can you still walk back to happiness
When you've nowhere left to run?
If they send in the special police
To deliver us from evil and keep us from peace
Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues
When they tell us justice is being done
That freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun?

The beaten generation, the beaten generation
Reared on a diet of prejudice and misinformation
The beaten generation, the beaten generation
Open your eyes, open your imagination

True happiness by Matt Johnson; "The The"

TRUE HAPPINESS (THIS WAY LIES)
And have you ever wanted something so badly
That it possessed your body and your soul
Through the night and through the day?
Until you finally get itAnd then you realise
That it wasn't what you wanted after all
And then those self same sickly little thoughts
Now go and attach themselves to something ... or somebody, new!
And the whole Goddamn thing starts all over again
Well, I've been crushing the symptoms
But I can't locate the cause
Could God really be so cruel?
To give us feelings
That could never be fulfilled
Baby ...


I've got my sights set on you
I've got my sight set on you
And someday, someday, someday
You'll come my wayBut when you put your arms around me
I'll be looking over your shoulder
For something new ...

becauseI ain't ever found peace upon the breast of a girl
I ain't ever found peace with the religion of the world
I ain't ever found peace at the bottom of a glass
Sometimes it seems
The more I ask for
The less I receive
Sometimes it seems
The more I ask for
The less I receive
The only true freedom is freedom from the heart's desires
And the only true happiness ... this way lies