Текст песни Carcinogeneration

Sometimes I'm feeling lonely

Sometimes my edges fray

The weather's cold and miserable

I feel a little grey

But I know of a secret place

That helps me clear my head

It's between the glowing insides

Of an ultraviolet bed

I'm mad for melanoma

I'm crazy for skin cancer

And when you're feeling all washed out

A solarium's the answer

So pop your pinhole goggles on

Lie down on fluorescent tubes

Because apart from your looks, your health, your life

You've got a-nothing you can lose

We don't care for melanin

This is the carcinogeneration

Long sleeves in summer is a sun

This is the carcinogeneration

There's no such thing as beauty inside

You're not sexy until you're thoroughly fried

And your complexion's as thick as a donkey's hide

You're in the carcinogeneration

Take your kit off at the beach

All the sunscreen is a joke

Sunbathing makes you gorgeous

And it lasts longer than a smoke

Broil, flambe and baste yourself

Why hide it all within?

Who wants tumours tucked away inside?

Wear yours proudly on your skin!
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You can count your moles and spots

This is the carcinogeneration

While your largest organ rots

Under the UV radiation

They reckon some can't admit

That when they're orange they look shit

Just get your arse on the spit!

Become a member of the carcinogeneration

Dipped in oil and lie in the heat to bake

Until you've gone the colour of an old potato cake

Each beauty spot's a ticking time bomb waiting to explode

And a flap of skin is clinging to what's remaining of your nose

There's no charm in freckles; cook yourself till they blend in

Then on your overexposed skin

So you cut it out and run to the sun to get some colour on that scar

Until your face is so weatherbeaten your family don't know who you are

How much damage could it do

To be the carcinogeneration?

Your tits look like the mirror image of a

This is the carcinogeneration

You make your sunbed on which you lie

Burn yourself till the day you die

So you can look like you're a granny when you're twenty-five

This is the carcinogeneration

Your skin looks like a leather purse

And bleaching your hair only makes it worse

A tan is no good in a hearse

This is the carcinogeneration

This is the carcinogeneration

This is the C-A-R-C-I-N-O-G-E-N-E-R-A-T-I-O-N

Pretty sure that spells...

Carcinogeneration