She sees brand new people there
With glass of fallen angel
She knows her way of pleasing
She's never dressed like those in trend
And they see her soul is bare
But she knows her way of showing
They got pick up lines somewhere they've read
But in her local dialect
She knows her way of being
Generation of superstitions
Oh, generation of superstitions
Generation of superstitions
Oh, now come and play
Generation of superstitions
Oh, generation of superstitions
Generation of superstitions
Oh, don't go away
♪
I see brand new people there
But they're waiting to be fed
She knows her way of pleasing
They got a million years to spend
Watching plastic faces bent
But she knows her way of showing
And I see her beauty led
By something unparalleled
She knows her way of being
Generation of superstitions
Oh, generation of superstitions
Generation of superstitions
Oh, now come and play
Generation of superstitions
Oh, generation of superstitions
Generation of superstitions
Oh, don't go away
♪
She sees brand new people there
With glass of fallen angel
She knows her way of pleasing
You see brand new people there
And they're waiting to be fed
She knows her way of pleasing
♪
Generation of superstitions
Oh, generation of superstitions
Oh, generation of superstitions
Now come and play
Generation of superstitions
Oh, generation of superstitions
Generation of superstitions
Oh, don't go away