Wasteland

I saw the best of my generation playing pinball Maked up and caked up and lookin' like some kind of china doll With all of Adolf Hitler's moves down cold As they stood up in front of a rock and roll band And always moving upward and ever upward To this gentle golden promised land With the smartest of them all moonlighting as a word processor And the strongest of them all checking ID's outside saloons And the prettiest of them all taking off her clothes In front of men whose eyes look like they were in some Little hick town near Omaha watching the police chief Run his car off the side of a bridge I saw men with dreams like the ones I'd had Beg quarters outside the 7-11 Till it got so they didn't affect me anymore Then the mailboxes I'd passed 'cept that sometimes I'd put something in the mailbox I'd had the wind at my back Now I felt it cold in my face And for an awful long time now you were the only one who ever Called me late at night and I really never noticed till after You stopped calling and the emptiness, silence got so heavy Broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the promised land Broken up in Disneyland Broken up in the plastic land Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland I saw dead Marilyn Monroe strung up on every street corner In Hollywood like some two bit whore offering a discount rate And I wondered how Joe Dimagio (sp??) felt I saw dead James Dean's ghost wandering the sidewalk Looking troubled and I wondered how his mama felt I saw signs that said head shots done for cheap Signs that said extras wanted top dollars paid Signs for haircuts signs for manicures and Signs for tanning salons and signs for wardrobe specialists Signs for cosmetic surgery and signs for assertiveness training And I stopped to read them all And every single block looked like every single block Looked like every single block looked like every single block Looked like every single block but you kept driving Cause everyone else kept driving and cause gridlock Is evil and not knowing your way is evil And those that had money looked good but weren't too happy And those who didn't have money didn't look so good And weren't too happy either and in a city of three million two hundred and sixty nine thousand nine hundred eighty four Everyone was lonely Broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the promised land Broken up in Disneyland Broken up in the plastic land Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland And I watched as everyone I knew spent their lives Trying to be watched on a stage or watched on a film Or listened to on a record and they thought well maybe That way I could get a little love out of this life And I watched as the best of my generation abandoned their dreams And settled for making a little money And I watched TV and read the papers and listened to the radio And made all the fancy scenes and said all the right words And wore all the right clothes and knew the names of the hip people But I still felt out of touch so I stopped watching TV And reading the papers and listening to the radio And making the fancy scenes and saying the right words And wearing the right clothes and knowing the names of the hip people And I felt more out of touch than ever but I didn't care anymore And I felt you slipping away, and I felt myself slipping from you And I wanted more than anything else for it to rain for one Whole day like it used to but all there ever was was sun Relentless sun hot beating sun and everyone wore their Sunglasses and walked around like flies under a magnifying glass With their eyes removed Broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the promised land Broken up in Disneyland Broken up in the plastic land Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland