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, 
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.