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.