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My generation... My generation... My generation... My generation... (The city's all wrapped up!) I saw the best minds of my generation running on empty. Super-glued to the TV; Dreaming of prosperity; Talking incessantly: saying nothing Sleepin' on platforms at train stations; Sipping chemical cocktails, Alive to the universe: dead to the world. Hallucinating delusions of media reality in Camden Town, desperate in the pursuit of cool! He's in a suit; she's in a straight jacket 7-11 nightmares at 3AM Lay low... and the moon is quite holey! Watch all the bridges collide! And I think we might have to lay low for a while... I saw the best minds of my generation caught up in the virtual reality of living. Memorizing pin numbers & secret codes; Swaying robotically to non-existant rhythms; Flashing memberships to club "So Exclusive, Nobody Belongs". Scared shitless witless clueless useless tight-lipped tight-fisted tight-assed half-assed ass-lickin' coke-sniffin' money-grabbin' ego-jabbin' (repeat) Sniveling groveling moaning groaning sniveling groveling moaning groaning sniveling groveling sniveling groveling sniveling groveling sniveling groveling Watch all the bridges collide! And I think we might have to lay low for a while... Why, why, why, why! The city's all wrapped up in plastic like an electronic cocoon. If you lay in the street, you can hear it humming; Building up slowly from underground If you close your eyes you can observe the blueprint: The man-made DNA that spirals breathlessly out of control, As synapses collapse, bridges snap, into a restless utopia... Utopia! Now the rain has arrived, and I think we might have to lay low... A halo, halo Wow! The rain has arrived, and I think we might have to lay low... Jesus said, "Lay down your arms." Jesus said, "Children come home!" My generation... My generation... My generation... My generation... My generation. |