Goodness gracious, is there nothing left to say?nWhen the ones that get to keep looking are the ones that look awaynIt's pabulum for the sleepers in the cult of brighter daysnnGoodness gracious, at the mercy of the crooksnWe're broke and stroking vegetables and there's way too many cooksnIn every pot a pink slip, in every mouth a hooknnGoodness gracious, i'm not listening anymoren'Cause the spooks are in the white house and they've justified a warnSo wake me when they notify we're gonna fight some morennGoodness gracious, not many people carenConcern is getting scarcer, true compassion really rarenI can see it on our faces, i can feel it in the airnGoodness gracious mennGoodness gracious, my generation's lostnThey burned down all our bridges before we had a chance to crossnIs it the winter of our discontent or just an early frost?nnGoodness gracious, of apathy i singnThe babyboomers had it all and wasted everythingnNow recess is almost over and they won't get off the swingnnGoodness gracious, we came in at the endnNo sex that isn't dangerous, no money left to spendnWe're the cleanup crew for parties we were too young to attendnGoodness gracious me [repeat]nnGoodness gracious my grandma used to saynThe world's a scary place now, things were different in her daynWhat horrors will be commonplace when my hair starts to grey?