Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
Youth c**ture killed my dog
And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair)
And his suicide can be justified
By the taste makers, how they cried and cried and so
Bacharach and David used to write his favorite songs
Never, never, never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball
But the night lights and my dog's life aren't exactly one and the same
Youth c**ture killed my dog
And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair)
And the judgment made in the city of hate
Just broke his spirit so
Bacharach and David used to write his favorite songs
Never, never, never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball
But the hip hop and the white funk just blew away my puppy's mind
I don't understand what you did to my dog
And I don't understand what you did to my dog
I don't understand what you did to my dog
I don't understand what you did to my dog
Youth c**ture killed my dog (Youth c**ture killed my dog)
And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair)
And his suicide can be justified
By the taste makers, how they cried and cried and so
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
Broke his spirit so (broke his spirit so)
Broke his spirit so
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
(youth c**ture)
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
(youth c**ture)
Broke his spirit so (broke his spirit so)
Broke his spirit so
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
Youth c**ture killed my dog
And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair)
And his suicide can be justified
By the taste makers, how they cried and cried and so
Bacharach and David used to write his favorite songs
Never, never, never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball
But the night lights and my dog's life aren't exactly one and the same
Youth c**ture killed my dog
And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair)
And the judgment made in the city of hate
Just broke his spirit so
Bacharach and David used to write his favorite songs
Never, never, never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball
But the hip hop and the white funk just blew away my puppy's mind
I don't understand what you did to my dog
And I don't understand what you did to my dog
I don't understand what you did to my dog
I don't understand what you did to my dog
Youth c**ture killed my dog (Youth c**ture killed my dog)
And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair)
And his suicide can be justified
By the taste makers, how they cried and cried and so
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
Broke his spirit so (broke his spirit so)
Broke his spirit so
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
(youth c**ture)
Youth c**ture (youth c**ture)
(youth c**ture)
Broke his spirit so (broke his spirit so)
Broke his spirit so