I found a picture of my mother 
In her bell-bottom jeans 
Flowers in her hair, 
And two fingers up for peace 
In that Polaroid she smiled, 
A grown up baby boomer 
Maybe Mama walked down the wild side 
Walkin' on the moon 
And what will they say about us? 
Well, I've heard stories about my grandpa, 
Child of The 
Great Depression 
How growin' up broke 
Creates a deep and dark impression 
He sits in a rocker down at the veterans' home 
Even when 
I go to visit 
He's still rockin' all alone 
And what will they say about us? 
They'll 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 
And 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 
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 a way! (Or maybe they'll call us) 
Just maybe they'll call us 
Generation 
Love, yeah, yeah, yeah 
We are a brand new generation of love (Generation Love) 
We are a brand new generation of love 
Oh oh oh ohh (oh oh oh ohh)