Songtext von Boombox Generation

There's no consolation prize There's no prize for consolation All stuck in the middle Between what is and what might be A great sensation Has swept the nation Everybody wants the image youve got for sale With massive compromations on your part But buddy youve taken the nation Check it out the new teen beat model of the year Struck down from the pillar Short lived is all youll ever be A once great sensation Has wiped out the nation Your message is no longer for sale And no proclamation Will return the station You held onto while the rest of us moved on As not quite sensations But mere subatomic particles of the nation We're happy if our songs get heard at all So bring forth donations For the boombox generation Thats right Dont be afraid Of what you say 'cause anyway Is the only way