Every generation got its own disease — текст песни (Fury In The Slaughterhouse)

The more we take the less we give
That`s the modern way to live
And someone says live fast die young
But the time runs always faster son
Diseases come diseases go
Welcome to the final show
Let`s shake hands with plastic gloves
And watch out for the last white doves

And believe me every generation
Got its own disease
And I`ve got mine so help us plese

I think that I`m to young to die
Love that girl and say goodbye
Change the girls like underware
Using bodies without care
The love has gone and what we`ve got?
A sweet perfume of sex and blood

AND BELIEVE ME, BABY
EVERY GENERATION GOT ITS OWN DISEASE
AND I`VE GOT MINE
SO HELP ME PLEASE