Generica Lyrics
Album rating : 78 / 100
Votes : 1
Votes : 1
10. Generica (6:33)
My land is wide
My skies are blue
My goals are high
My mark is you
My hands are red
My legs are long
My word is spread
Be it right or wrong
Good luck getting me to commit
My a.k.a. is hypocrite
Rather be bullying the underfed
And treat you like you got a hole in your head
I go...
Right round pushing out the riff raff
No matter where it came from
Never mind the wisdom
Only see it my way
Take it or the highway
Welcome to the land of Generica
My grass is green
My bonds are junk
My truth looks sheen
My soul's in a funk
My eyes are blind
My talk is cheap
My heart is fickle
My tax is steep
Try my McNuggets and a side of fries
Just might kill you off but never-mind
Call my doctor to set up a time
Two hundred grand oughta do just fine
I go...
Right round pushing out the riff raff
No matter where it came from
Never mind the wisdom
You only have two choices
Guest list or black list
Welcome to the land of Generica
Don't go thinking outside of the box
Might have to kick you right in the crotch
Stick with me Mr. Stereotype
You know it man, I'll keep you up on the hype
I go...
Right round imposing my creation
Mass produce it for you
Everything looks brand new
Put it all on credit
A hundred years to pay it
Force you to agree
While your smiling at me
Whoopee!
I go...
Right round pushing out the riff raff
No matter where it came from
Never mind the wisdom
Only see it my way
Take it or the highway
Welcome to the land of Generica, Generica
My skies are blue
My goals are high
My mark is you
My hands are red
My legs are long
My word is spread
Be it right or wrong
Good luck getting me to commit
My a.k.a. is hypocrite
Rather be bullying the underfed
And treat you like you got a hole in your head
I go...
Right round pushing out the riff raff
No matter where it came from
Never mind the wisdom
Only see it my way
Take it or the highway
Welcome to the land of Generica
My grass is green
My bonds are junk
My truth looks sheen
My soul's in a funk
My eyes are blind
My talk is cheap
My heart is fickle
My tax is steep
Try my McNuggets and a side of fries
Just might kill you off but never-mind
Call my doctor to set up a time
Two hundred grand oughta do just fine
I go...
Right round pushing out the riff raff
No matter where it came from
Never mind the wisdom
You only have two choices
Guest list or black list
Welcome to the land of Generica
Don't go thinking outside of the box
Might have to kick you right in the crotch
Stick with me Mr. Stereotype
You know it man, I'll keep you up on the hype
I go...
Right round imposing my creation
Mass produce it for you
Everything looks brand new
Put it all on credit
A hundred years to pay it
Force you to agree
While your smiling at me
Whoopee!
I go...
Right round pushing out the riff raff
No matter where it came from
Never mind the wisdom
Only see it my way
Take it or the highway
Welcome to the land of Generica, Generica
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IV - Lyrics
IV - Album Credits
Members
- Kip Winger : Vocals, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Keyboards
- Reb Beach : Guitars, Backing Vocals
- John Roth : Gutiars, Backing Vocals
- Cenk Eroglu : Keyboards, Guitars
- Rod Morgenstein : Drums
Additional musicians
- Denny McDonald : Additional Background Vocals
- Paula Winger : Additional Background Vocals
Other staff
- Kip Winger : Producer, Engineer
- Richard Dodd : Mastering Engineer
- Ethan Van Sciver : Cover Artwork, Design
- Pete Cotutsca : Layout, Design
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