Alice Cooper - Billion Dollar Babies : Generation Landslide
 

Alice Cooper



Billion Dollar Babies



Generation Landslide





Please clean the plates, dear.



The Lord above can see ya.



Don't you know people are starving in



Korea?



Alcohol and razor blades and straight pins



and needles,



Kindergarten people - they use 'em, the



need 'em.



Over-indulging machines were their children.



There wasn't a way down on Earth 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 closed the gap



between 'em.







And I laugh to myself at the men and the



ladies



Who never conceived of us billion dollar



babies.







Militant mothers hiding in their basement



Using pots and pans as their shields and



their helmets.



Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high



chairs,



While Mothers' Lib burned their certificate



papers.



Dad gets his allowance from his sonny, the



dealer,



Who's pubic to the world but involved in



high finance.



Sister's out 'til five doing banker's son's



hours.



But she owns a Maserati that's a gift from



his father.



Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles



per hour.



The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em.







And I laugh to myself at the men and the



ladies



Who never conceived of us billion dollar



babies.