Losing Generation – Bad Religion – letras

the systems of life hum accordinglyevery day, every year, every centurybut, everywhere humans go things get worse and worsecan you tell through the smoke of the dirty city?the jungle was once a tranquil hideawayfor the king of trees and the mountains themselvesbut man those things sell a million dollars a poundcut them up, dry them out, good display for the shelveswhy can’t we just leave them alone?who is the animal?who is that dangerous beast?why were the other ones made?i know it wasn’t just for our feastand now they’re down to 250 lone soulsthey’re a breed of a losing generation it seemsthe killers are ourselves so you know who to blameit was man with his plan and his frightening greed