Heed me, brothers and sisters,
This is a call to arms
Hoist the flag, buckle up,
Sharpen your tongues, tune your guitars
This is the new deal
This is war
It's time again
And I am your only friend
I am the one with the numbers
But the numbers they never add up

Where's my my generation?
Where's my chemical stimulation?
Where's my sexual liberation?
Where's my heart's beats?

Kiss me sweetheart,
I can taste rebellion on your lips
My cause of all concern is
Who those lips have kissed
This is the same song
This is a tired song
We've heard before
I wish it could be so much more
But it's all about the numbers
And the numbers, they never add up

Where's my my generation?
Where's my chemical stimulation?
Where's my sexual liberation?
Where's my heart's beats?

This is it, this is war
Nothing less and nothing more
The boys and girls are lined up
And they're headed off to foreign shores
I don't want to grow up to be a casualty
And I don't want you to grow up to be a casualty

Go west, young son,
And grow up with the country
The weather is fine
And the streets are lined with palm trees
But wherever you might land, remember
To always keep your head
Remember what I said
Remember it's all about the numbers
And the numbers, they never add up

Where's my my generation?
Where's my chemical stimulation?
Where's my sexual liberation?
Where's my heart's beats?