Generation love — Jennette McCurdy

I found a picture of my mother In her bell-bottom jeans Flowers in her hair Two fingers up for peace

In that Polaroid she smiled, a grown up baby boomer Maybe mama walked down the wild side Walking on the moon What will they say about us?

I've heard stories about my grandpa Child of the Great Depression How growing up broke creates And deep and dark impression

He sits in a rocker down at the veterans' home Even when I got to visit He still rocking all alone What will they say about us?

They call us generation lost Or generation greed Or the connected generation To a plasma screen

Or a generation why Enough is not enough Or maybe they'll call us Generation love, generation love

We are children of divorce Victims of dysfunction We spell check, of course And GPS the proper junction

We've gotten pretty good at shifting all the blame But I think I hear an old song Calling my new name Generation love

Not generation lost Or generation greed Or the connected generation To a plasma screen or a generation

Or a generation why Enough is not enough Or maybe they'll call us Generation love, oh, generation love

And when they open up our time capsule A hundred years from now Maybe they'll look inside And see we figured out

How to live with less And give ourselves away

Just maybe they'll call us Just maybe they'll call us Generation love

We are a brand new generation on the rise Generation love We are a brand new generation on the rise Generation love