Lyrics:

I saw the best of my generation playing pinball Make-up on, all caked up Looking like some kind of china doll With all of Adolf Hitler's moves down cold As they stood up in front Of a rock and roll band And always moving upward and ever upward To this gentle golden promised land With the smartest of them all Moonlighting as a word processor And the strongest of them all Checking IDs outside a saloon And the prettiest of all Taking off her clothes In front of men Whose eyes look like they were in some little hick town Near Omaha Watching the police chief Run his car off the side of a bridge I saw a men with dreams Like the ones I'd had Beg quarters outside the Seven-Eleven Till it got so they didn't affect me anymore Than the mailboxes I'd passed 'Cept that sometimes I'd put somthing in the mailbox I'd had the wind at my back Now I felt it cold in my face And for an awful long time now You were the only one who ever Called me late at night And I really never noticed Till after you stopped calling And the emptiness And silence Got so heavy Broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the promised land Broken up in Disneyland Broken up in the plastic land Broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland I saw dead Marilyn Monroe Strung up on every street corner in Hollywood Like some two bit whore Offering a discount rate And I wondered how Joe Dimaggio felt I saw dead James Dean's ghost Wandering the sidewalk looking troubled And I wondered how his mama felt I saw signs that said