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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 nothingSleeping 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 coolHe'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 whileI saw the best minds of my generation caught up in the virtual reality of livingMemorizing pin numbers and secret codes,Swaying robotically to non-existent 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-assedSniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning sniveling, groveling, sniveling, grovelingThe 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 undergroundIf 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, NutopiaNow the rain has arrived and I think we might have to lay lowWatch all the bridges collide and I think we might have to lay low. Aus Songtexte Mania