Jesus said " Lay down your arms, Jesus said "Children come home"

I saw the best minds of my generation running on empty, Superglued to the T.V.,

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 and the moon is quiet and holy.

Watch all the bridges collide, Well 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-existant rhythms, Flashing memberships to clubs so exclusive nobody belongs,

Jesus said " Lay down your arms" Jesus said "Children come home"

Scared shitless, witless, clueless, useless, tightlipped, tightfisted,tightassed, half-assed

Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning sniveling, groveling, sniveling, groveling

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, into a restless utopia, Nutopia

Now the rain has arrived and I think we might have to lay low

Watch all the bridges collide and I think we might have to lay low.