My generation (x4)
The cities all wrapped up
I saw the best minds of my generation.
Running on empty, super glued to the T.V., dreaming of prosperity, talking incessently, saying nothing.
Sleeping on platforms in train stations.
Sipping on chemical cocktails.
Alive to the universe, dead to the world.
Hallucinating delusions of media reality and candied town desperate in the pursuit of cool.
Hes in a suit, shes in a straightjacket.
7-11 nightmares at 3am.
(Little and release my head
Why all the bridges collapse
And i think we might have to pedal for awhile?)
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 nonexistant rhythmns, flashing membership to clubs so exculsive that no one belongs.
Scared shitless
Witless
Clueless
Useless
Tight lipped
Tight fisted
Tight assed
Half assed
Ass licking coke sniffing money grabbing ego JABBIN' (x2)(Why...Little?)
Sniffling, goveling,moaning, groaning (Why?)
Sniffling, goveling,moaning, groaning(Why?)
Sniffling, goveling
Sniffling, goveling
(Little and release my head
Why all the bridges collapse
And i think we might have to pedal for awhile?)
The city's all wrapped up in plastic like an electronic cocoon.
If you lay in the street you can hear it humming.
Filling up slowly from underground
If you close your eyes you can observe the blue prints.
The man-made DNA that spirals breathlessly out of control.
As synapse collapse, Bridges snap
Into a restless utopia.
Utopia.
(?)
Jesus said, Lay down your arms.
Jesus said, Children come home.
My generation (x5)
Running on empty, super glued to the T.V., dreaming of prosperity, talking incessently, saying nothing.
Sleeping on platforms in train stations.
Sipping on chemical cocktails.
Alive to the universe, dead to the world.
Hes in a suit, shes in a straightjacket.
7-11 nightmares at 3am.
Why all the bridges collapse
And i think we might have to pedal for awhile?)
Witless
Clueless
Useless
Tight lipped
Tight fisted
Tight assed
Half assed
Ass licking coke sniffing money grabbing ego JABBIN' (x2)(Why...Little?)
Sniffling, goveling,moaning, groaning(Why?)
Sniffling, goveling
Sniffling, goveling
Why all the bridges collapse
And i think we might have to pedal for awhile?)
If you lay in the street you can hear it humming.
Filling up slowly from underground
If you close your eyes you can observe the blue prints.
The man-made DNA that spirals breathlessly out of control.
As synapse collapse, Bridges snap
Into a restless utopia.
Utopia.
Jesus said, Children come home.
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I think the message of the song is fairly clear: drugs are bad, m'kay? Just a few corrections: I think the word is "snivelling" instead if "sniffling" - not certain, just a thought. And I've always heard the line as "I think we might have to lay low for awhile" but again I could be wrong. Overall, I love this song. A friend played it for me in his car years ago and it was stuck in my head all that time until I go my hands on my own copy if it. Yay!