Chapter Thirty-One

TICKET MASTER
Song for Generation X
[ a song ]


Back before they called a generation Woodstock, outside a Greenwich Village      coffee shop

My parents were sharin' a first embrace, protestin' a war where the bombin'      wouldn't stop

They believed there was hope and power in the flower and together they      made the San Francisco scene

But they slept all night on a surrealistic pillow where the dead spend their day      in a dream

I was standin' in the Ticket Master's death row line, when a voice called out      "who's next?"

Just look for my name in the x-file drawer, in a blue folder marked
     Generation X



I was born without a house for my rusty spoon in the food stamp welfare line

Where my father danced to the dealer's tune and my mother's song was a      psychedelic rhyme

I went to the school where they taught me what's useless and gave me no      hope for a cure

And checked out some religion that they call christian but found prime-time tv      to be truer

I was standin' in the Ticket Master's death row line, when a voice called out      "who's next?"

Just look for my name in the x-file drawer, in a blue folder marked
     Generation X



Those in charge of my city invented corruption and those who run my state      invented far worse

And those who rule in my nation's defiled capitol are followin' the Ticket      Master's curse

Between the book brokers and liars of science, I'm doin' my best to find the      right side

'Cause there's nowhere to run in this insane world and sure as hell, ain't      nowhere you can hide

I was standin' in the Ticket Master's death row line, when a voice called out      "who's next?"

Just look for my name in the x-file drawer, in a blue folder marked
     Generation X



I got a few kicks from the MTV tryin' to come up with a tune I could sing

Whatever happened to the real Jesus Christ and where is Martin Luther King?

If someone were to say we need another march, I figure Martin would be the      first in line

And the one who claimed to be some sinner's friend wouldn't carry an anti-      abortion sign

I was standin' in the Ticket Master's death row line, when a voice called out      "who's next?"

Just look for my name in the x-file drawer, in a blue folder marked
     Generation X



Now I'm takin' a trip down the information highway, bowin' down to my      computer screen

It seems this thing they call 'life' is nothin' but a lonely self-interactin' dream

I know if my generation doesn't do more than our best to end the pollution 'n      poverty

My children will know only hunger and war and theirs will loose all hope of      being free

I was standin' in the Ticket Master's death row line, when a voice called out      "who's next?"

Just look for my name in the x-file drawer, in a blue folder marked
     Generation X

Yeah, I was standin' in the Ticket Master's death row line, when a voice called      out "who's next?"

Just look for my name in the x-file drawer, in a blue folder marked
     Generation X *


Alliance For Justice      Doctors Without Borders


DEDICATED TO:  The late Kurt Cobain, whose generation the author can't help but feel his own has let down.


*FootNote:  Concept of the "x-file drawer" inspired by the television show The X-Files; created by Chris Carter, Fox Television.


           


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