It was an era of assassins,
Our friends died in an unjust war.
Music heroes fell to overdoses,
The oppressed people wanted more.
Betrayed by our parent's values,
We felt an overall mistrust...
The politicians were all liars
The court systems all unjust.
Oh, but we were a happy bunch,
The protest song's loud chorus...
Every road in America, ours,
The future created it seemed, just for us.
How true it is.
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