Lyrics:

My generation
My generation
My generation
(The city's all wrapped up)

I saw the best minds of my generation
Running on empty, super-glued to the T.V.?
Dreaming of prosperity, talking incessantly, saying nothing
Sleepin' on platforms in train stations, sippin' on chemical cocktails
Alive to the universe, and 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 straitjacket
7-11 nightmares at 3:00 A.M.?

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've seen 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 membership to club 'So Exculsive Nobody Belongs'
Scared shitless, witless, clueless, useless
Tight-lipped, tight-fisted, tight-assed, half-assed
Ass-licking, coke-sniffing (Lay low)
Money grubbing, ego jabbin'(Lay low)
Ass-licking, coke-sniffing
Money-grubbing, ego-jabbin'

(Lay low)
Sniffling, groveling, moaning, groaning
(And the moon is quiet and holy)
Sniffling, groveling, moaning, groaning
Sniffling, grovel-
Sniffling, grovel-
Sniffling, grovel-
Sniffling, grovel-

Watch all the bridges collide
And I think we might have to lay low
For a while
(While, while, while, while)

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 blueprints
The man-made DNA that spirals breathlessly out of control
As synapses collapse, bridges snap
Into a restless, utopia
Utopia

(Now, now, now, now)
Now, the rain has arrived
And I think we might have to lay low
A halo, halo
(Now, now, now, now)
Now the rain has arrived
And I think we might have to lay low
A halo, halo

Jesus said, 'Lay down your arms!'
Jesus said, 'Children, come home!'
My generation
My generation
My generation
My generation
My generation