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Out of work troubled youth turn to crime
Out on sidewalks begging for dimes
My generation fucked up by inflation
Economy is shit and I think I ought to quit
It's so hard growing up today
Should have it better in the USA
So why are things at home so bad?
Why won't mom and dad
Listen to the things I say?
Why can't I ever have things my way?
I can't stand hanging around my home
Nag and nag why don't they leave me alone
Mom says I'm free to leave when I please
But a life out there will never be
