In the land of dirt and plaster
Lies an army of a thousand nowhere kids
Losing ground and falling faster
Into a life that no one should have to live

We are the people that you hate
We are the bastards that you created

A generation with no place
A generation of all your sons and daughters

Behind the fake family image
Behind the smile of a thousand moms and dads
Inside the cage that we've been given
I see an image of the future that we don't have

We are the people that you hate
We are the bastards that you created

A generation with no place
A generation of all your sons and daughters

And what did you expect - a perfect child
Raised by TV sets - abandoned every mile
We never get respect - never a fair trial
No one gives a shit - as long as we smile

We are the people that you hate
We are the bastards that you created
A generation with no place
A generation of all your sons and daughters

We are the people that you hate
the fuckin' bastards that you created
A generation with no place
A generation of all your sons and daughters