Intro: (2x) I found a picture of my mother in her bell-bottom jeans. flowers in her hair, two fingers up for peace. In that Polaroid she smiled, A grown up baby boomer Maybe momma walked down the wild side, walking on the moon What will they say about us? I've heard stories about my grandpa, child of the great depression how growing up broke creates and deep and dark impression He sits in a rocker, down at the veterans hall even when I got to visit he still rocking all alone What will they say about us? They call us generation lost or generation greed or they connect the generation to a plasma screen or a generation why enough is not enough Or maybe they'll call us...generation love Generation love We are children of divorce, Victims of disfunction We spell check of course, And GPS the proper junction We've gotten pretty good at shifting all the blame But I think I hear an old song calling my new name Generation love Not generation lost or generation greed or they connect the generation to a plasma screen or a generation why enough is not enough Or maybe they'll call us...generation love Generation love Ohhhh generation love And when the open up our time capsle, 100 years from now Maybe they'll look inside, And see we figured out how to live with this and give ourselves away just maybe they'll call us, Just maybe they'll call us Generation love Yeah yeah yeah We are a brand new generation (Generation Love) We are a brand new generation (Ohhhhh oh oh oh) (Let Ring)