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
We are the people that you hate
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 as long as we smile, smile, 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
We are the people that you hate
The bastards that you created
A generation with no place
A generation of all your sons and daughters