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