Son of Billion Dollar Babies (Generation Landslide) - Alice Cooper

Please clean the plate, dear

The Lord up there can see ya

Don’t you know people are starving in Korea?

Alcohol and razor blades and poisons and needles

Kindergarten people — they use 'em, they need 'em

The over-indulgent machines were their children

There wasn’t a way down on Earth there to cool 'em

'Cause they look just like humans at Kresges and Woolworths

But decadent brains were at work to destroy

Brats in battalions were ruling the streets

Sayin' generation landslide close the gap between 'em

And I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies

Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies

Lada da da da

Militant mothers hiding in the basement

Using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets

Molotov milk bottles thrown from pink high chairs

As Mothers' Lib burned birth certificate papers

And I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies

Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies

Lada da da da