Degeneration

[Debetro]

Your great-great-grandfather, he cleared the land
Your great-grandfather, he plowed the land
And your grandfather made the land profitable
And your father sold it to become a state employee

As for you, my boy, you don't know what you're gonna do
In your small one bedroom way too expensive, cold in the winter
Some wants to become an owner come over you
And you dream at night to own a small plot of land

Your great-great-grandmother, she had fourteen children
Your great-grandmother had almost as many
And your grandmother had three it was enough
And your mother didn't want any ; you were an accident


As for you, my girl, you change partner all the time
When you do something stupid, you get out of it with an abortion
But there are mornings, you wake up crying
When you dream at night of a big table surrounded by kids

Your great-great-grandfather, lived in misery
Your great-grandfather, collected pennies
And your grandfather - miracle! - became a millionaire
And your father inherited it and put it all in his RRSPs

As for you, young one, you owe your ass to the government
No way to get a loan in a banking institution
To calm your urges to hold-up the cashier
You read books about voluntary simplicity

Your great-great-grandparents, the knew how to celebrate
Your great-grandparents were swingning hard at parties
And your grandparents saw the ye-ye period
Your parents were discos, that's where they met

As for you my friend, what do you do with your evening ?
Just turn off your TV ; you shoudn't stay inside
Luckily in life some things refuse to change
Put on your nicest clothes because tonight we're going dancing...