In the land of dirt and plaster Lies an army of a thousand nowhere kids losing ground and falling faster into a life that no one should have to live We are the people that you hate We are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you created) A generation with no place A generation of all your sons and daughters Behind the fake family image Behind the smile of a thousand moms and dads inside the cage that we've been given I see an image of the future that we don't have We are the people that you hate We are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you created) A generation with no place A generation of all your sons and daughters And what did you expect ... a perfect child Raised by tv sets ... Abandoned every mile We never get respect ... Never a fair trial No one gives a shit ... As long as we smile We are the people that you hate We are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you created) A generation with no place A generation of all your sons and daughters