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
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
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, tightlipped, tightfisted, tightassed, half-assed, ass-lickin', coke-sniffin', money-grabbin' ego-jabbin'!
Ass-lickin', coke-sniffin', money-grabbin' ego-jabbin'!
Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning
Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning
And the moon is quiet and holy
(Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning)
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
To a restless utopia
Utopia!
Now the rain has arrived
And I think we might have to lay low
Now the rain has arrived
And I think we might have to lay low, lay low, lay low
Jesus said "Lay down your arms"
Jesus said "Children come home"
My generation
My generation
My generation
My generation
My generation
Corrected lyrics:
My generation My generation 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 pursuit of cool He's in a suit She's in a 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 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, tightlipped, tightfisted, tightassed, half-assed, ass-lickin', coke-sniffin', money-grabbin' ego-jabbin'! Ass-lickin', coke-sniffin', money-grabbin' ego-jabbin'! Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning And the moon is quiet and holy (Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning) 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 To a restless utopia Utopia!
Now the rain has arrived And I think we might have to lay low
Now the rain has arrived And I think we might have to lay low, lay low, lay low
Jesus said "Lay down your arms" Jesus said "Children come home"
My generation My generation My generation My generation My generation