I saw the best of my generation playing Maked up and up And looking like some kind of doll
With all of Adolf Hitler's moves cold As they stood up in of a Rock and Roll band And always moving upward and upward To this golden promised land
With the smartest of all as a word processor And the strongest of all Checking IDs outside
And the prettiest of all off her clothes In front of men whose look like They were in some little hick Near Omaha, watching the police Run his car off the of a bridge
I saw men with dreams like the I'd had Beg outside the Seven-Eleven Till it got so didn't affect me anymore the mailboxes I'd passed 'Cept sometimes, I'd put somthing in the mailbox
I'd had the wind at my back now I felt it in my face And for an awful long now You the only one who ever called me late at night And I really never noticed till after you calling And the emptiness, got so heavy
Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the land up in Disneyland, broken up in the plastic land Broken up in the wasteland, up in the wasteland up in the wasteland
I saw dead Monroe Strung up on every street corner in Like some two bit offering a discount rate And I wondered how Joe Dimaggio
I saw dead James ghost Wandering the looking troubled And I how his mama felt
I saw that said, "Headshots done for cheap" Signs said, "Extras wanted, top dollars paid" for 'Haircuts' and signs for 'Manicures' And for "Tanning salons" and signs for 'Wardrobe specialists Signs for "Cosmetic surgery' and for 'Assertiveness training' And I to read them all
And every single block like every single block like every single block looked like every single block But she kept driving 'cause everyone else kept And 'cause gridlock is evil and not anywhere is evil
And those who had money good But too happy and those who didn't have money Didn't so good and weren't too happy either And in a city of three million, two and sixty nine thousand hundred eighty four, everyone was lonely
Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the promised Broken up in Disneyland, up in the plastic land Broken up in the wasteland, up in the wasteland Broken up in the
And I as everyone I knew spent their lives Trying to be watched on Watched on film or listened to on a And they thought, "Well, that way I could get a little out of this life"
And I as the best of my generation Abandoned their dreams and settled for making a little I watched TV, read the papers, listend to the And made all the scenes And all the right words and wore all the right clothes And the names of the hip people
But I felt out of touch so I stopped watching TV And the papers and listening to the radio And making the fancy scenes and saying the words And wearing the right and knowing the names of the hip people And I felt more out of touch than ever but I didn't care
And I felt you away and I felt myself slipping from you And I wanted more anything else For it to for one whole day like it used to But all there ever was was sun, relentless sun, hot sun
And everyone wore their And walked around like under magnifying glass their eyes removed
Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the promised Broken up in Disneyland, broken up in the land up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland, up in the wasteland up in the wasteland