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The Sire Machine Turns You Up
01. Ramona
02. Come Out and Play
03. You Gotta Lose
04. Get Up Stand Up
05. Mighty Idy
06. Ain't It Fun
07. True Confessions
08. You Tore Me Down
09. Magic Love
10. Hey Joe (version)
11. Hand of Law
12. Who's Been Sleeping Here
13. Blank Generation
14. (My Baby Does) Good Sculptures
I was sayin', "Let me out of here" before I was even born
It's such a gamble when you get a face
It's fascinatin' to observe what the mirror does, but
When I dine, it's for the wall that I set a place

I belong to the blank generation, and
I can take it or leave it each time, well
I belong to the— generation, but
I can take it or leave it each time

Triangles were fallin' at the window as the doctor cursed
He was a cartoon long forsaken by the public eye
The nurse adjusted her garters as I breathed my first
The doctor grabbed my throat and yelled, "God's consolation prize!"

I belong to the blank generation, and
I can take it or leave it each time, well
I belong to the— generation, but
I can take it or leave it each time, take it!

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

To hold the TV To my lips, the air so packed with cash
Then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot
To lose my train of thought and fall into your arms' tracks
And watch beneath the eyelids every passing dot

I belong to the blank generation, and
I can take it or leave it each time, well
I belong to the— generation, but
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the blank generation, and
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the— generation, but
I can take it or leave it each time

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, wee-ooh