Dreaming of prosperity; Talking incessantly: saying nothing Sleepin' 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 Lay low... and the moon is quite holey! 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 & secret codes; Swaying robotically to non-existent rhythms; Flashing memberships to club "So Exclusive, Nobody Belongs".
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, into a restless utopia... Utopia!
Now the rain has arrived, and I think we might have to lay low...
A halo, halo Wow! The rain has arrived, and I think we might have to lay low...
Jesus said, "Lay down your arms." Jesus said, "Children come home!"
My generation x5Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
