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