Meg Lee Chin Nutopia
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.
