Lyrics:
That's good
That's good
Come on baby light my fire
That's good
That's good
The new generation's music will be
It will have a synthesis of those
Third Eye Open
Third Eye Open
Third Eye Open
Third Eye Open
Third Eye Open
Third Eye Open
Third Eye Open
Third Eye Open
Third Eye (Huh yuh)
Third Eye
Third-generation refugees,
Street mob burning effigies,
Revolution, civil war
Like nothing ever seen before.
It's a-coming.
Pale-horse rider come,
That's good
That's good
Come on baby light my fire
That's good
That's good
The new generation's music will be
It will have a synthesis of those
memory lane
Dirt on the truck, no chance of rain
My third generation farming friends all pray that its on the way
And if it don't show up, we'll be
from here
My father was head electrician at
The studio until he died
And Mother still works in wardrobe
Second generation, huh?
Third grandma did stunt
found Haggard and Jones
A generation screaming for more room
Kids of the baby boom
Kids of the baby boom, we had freedom, we had money
Baby boom,
the children for the sin of the fathers to the third
And the fourth generation of those who hate Me, but
Showing mercy, showing love,
To a thousand generations
a third generation bartender
Yeah, and I like livin' from a tip jar week to week
Somebody had to set a bad example
Teach all the prim and propers what not
to generations
The sanctioned annihilation
Death tax to the third world equation
The movement of the masses
brain.
Johnny Thunder he's one of the original bebop generation
And he's got no time for complicated music
Or too much sophistication.
He's one
found Haggard and Jones
A generation screaming for more room
Kids of the baby boom
Kids of the baby boom, we had freedom, we had money
Baby boom,
problems of the kids
Problems are the mistakes of the past we've made
It's time to look forward to a third generation
Another generation, another
two hundred miles maps, gas, soda pop
Lucky Strikes and moon pies
Yeah, he's a third generation filler up
Full service man
He thanks the Lord for that
softly reach the high note
The world don't recognize a singer who won't sing
You talk of Serbians, whisper Kosovar Albanians
The boy's Romanian, third
Shoutout to C3
That's third generation
You be in here goin' crazy in the studio, havin' fun watchin' cartoons
Playin' video games while we recordin',
He grew up in a time
When a third grade education
Was all the school you needed
To work the family farm
He'd take time off on Sunday
Him
chance stop for at least two hundred miles
Maps, gas, soda pop,
Lucky Strikes and Moon Pies
Yeah, he's a third generation filler-up, full service man
was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
Cocaine
warned you of
And we're down to kill
We're the third generation nation
I could make money playing corporate rock
I ain't got nothing rather live in
to an only son
Third generation to carry a gun
I've got brown eyes like my mother does
First I saw blood was in a soldier's hair
Drying to his forehead in
time to tune together in third millennium
The last lost generation will never start to glow
The childhood now is over let's begin to grow
A new
love reach out
To the soma generation
Let some love reach out
To the soma generation
(Let some love)
Let some love reach out
To the soma generation
Let
brain.
Johnny Thunder he's one of the original bebop generation
And he's got no time for complicated music
Or too much sophistication.
He's one
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