My generation

(The city's all wrapped up)

I saw the best minds of my generation,
Running on empty, superglued to the TV,
Dreaming of prosperity, talking incessantly,
Saying nothing

Sleeping 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 persuit of cool
He's in a suit, she's in the straight jacket
Seven-Eleven nightmares at 3am

(Lay low) And the moon is quiet and holy

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
Memorising PIN numbers and secret codes,
Swinging robotically to non-existant rhythms,
Flashing memberships to clubs so exclusive nobody belongs

Scared shitless, witless, clueless, useless, tight-lipped, tight-fisted,
tight-assed, half-assed
Ass licking, coke sniffing, money grapping, ego jabbing
(Lay low)
Ass licking, coke sniffing, money grapping, ego jabbing
(Why)
Snivelling, grovelling, moaning, groaning
Snivelling, grovelling, moaning, groaning
(And the moon is quiet and holy)
Snivelling, grovelling, snivelling, grovelling

Watch all the bridges collide
And I think we might have to lay low for a while
(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 blue-print,
The man-made DNA that spirals breathlessly out of control
As synapses collapse, bridges snap, into a restless utopia
Nutopia

And now the rain has arrived,
I think we might have to lay low for a while
(Lay low, lay low)
Watch all the bridges collide
And I think we might have to lay low for a while
(Lay low, lay low)

Jesus said, lay down your arms
Jesus said, children come home

My generation