We grew up in piss-stained stairways, chewing glass and chewing fate,

Our dads were ghosts, our mums on pills, our heroes showed up late.

Council flats like cages, rats that know your name,

We painted freedom on the wall - then burned the bloody frame!

No dreams, no jobs, no salvation,

Just noise, just beer, frustration!

We’re the FILTH GENERATION!

Spit and scream - no hesitation!

We’re the FILTH GENERATION!

Born to rot - our own creation!

We stole guitars, we stole the truth, we puked on fashion’s floor,

Every note a middle finger, every gig a war.

Policemen hate our faces, the telly calls us scum,

But we’re the filthy soundtrack to a world that’s come undone!

No gods, no plans, no nation,

Just chaos, just vibration!

We’re the FILTH GENERATION!

Spit and scream - no hesitation!

We’re the FILTH GENERATION!

Born to rot - our own creation!

Pogo in the ashes, laughing while we choke,

We are the punchline that the empire broke.

We’re the FILTH GENERATION!

Spit and scream - no hesitation!

We’re the FILTH GENERATION!

Born to rot - our own creation!

No future? - good.

We’ll make it filthy.