Lyrics
My generation
My generation
My generation
The cities 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
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 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
Memorizing pin numbers and secret codes
Swaying robotically to non-existent 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 grabbing,
ego-jabbing
Lay low.
Ass-licking, coke-sniffing, money grabbing, ego-jabbing
Lay low.
Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning
Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning
Sniveling, groveling, sniveling, groveling
Sniveling, groveling, sniveling, groveling
«and the moon is quiet and holy»
Watch all the bridges collide
And I think we might have to lay low, for a while
Jesus said «Lay down your arms.» Jesus said «Children come home.»
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, to a restless utopia:
Nutopia
Now the rain has arrived, and I think we might have to lay low, lay low.
Watch all the bridges collide, 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