Sons of the New Millenium Songtext
von Cock Sparrer

Born in the nineties, dragged up fast
That's the way to do it
Talking back got a kick up the arse
You're lucky you ever got through it
Fighting back didn't help
They only put you in a line-up
With a fat bald bloke and black DJ
And a Chinese from the takeaway

Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again
This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium

You found some work through clutching at straws
Well you're gonna pay for that, boy
We'll spend your money on a worthy cause
Then charge you for the VAT, boy
We'll let you know when your services
Are surplus to requirements
Be grateful like a young boy should
You know you've never had it so good


Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again
This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium

Dad, where is he living now?
Mum, you should have tried to make her proud
Life don't happen like it should
A Molotov on the street never could
Solve anything but it still feels good

Walk the streets with a cider can
That's the way to do it
Forget you ever were a man
Remember that you blew it
Did you think we made this world for you?
You couldn't be more wrong, boy
It'll soon be time to call it a day
Nothing matters anyway

Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again
This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium
Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again
This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium