We're back in the twenties again Another lost generation Here come the good times Here come the fascists Here comes depression with the pusher and the pen The silence is roaring Our leaders are snoring And streets are filling up with the dead Boomers let their id loose False prophets tie up a noose Any means for unjust gains This country's bleeding truth We're back in the twenties again Paying for every father's sin Here come the high tides Up to the high rise Here comes the winter that they say will never end The silence is roaring Our leaders are snoring And streets are filling up with the dead Boomers let their id loose False prophets tie up the news Unjust means meet unjust gains This country's bleeding truth