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Wasteland

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I saw the best of my generation playing pinball

Maked up and caked up and looking like some kind of china doll

With all of Adolf Hitler's moves down cold

As they stood up in front of a rock 'n' 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 IDs outside saloons

And the prettiest of them all

Taking off her clothes in front of men

Whose eyes looked like they were in some little hick town near Omaha

Watching the police chief run his car off the side of a bridge

And 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

Than the mailboxes I passed

Except 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 never really noticed till after you stopped calling

And the emptiness and 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

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 Dimaggio 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 "Headshots done for cheap"

Signs that said "Extras wanted, top dollars paid"

Signs for haircuts and signs for manicures

And signs for tanning salons and signs for wardrobe specialists

And 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

But you kept driving

'Cause everyone else kept driving

And 'cause gridlock is evil

And not knowing your way is evil

And those who 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 3,269,984

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

Spent their lives trying to be watched on a stage

Or watched in a film or listened to on a record

And they thought "Well, maybe that way

I can get a little love out of this life"

As the best of my generation abandoned their dreams

And settled for making a little money

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, heart-beating sun

And everyone wore their sunglasses

And walked around like flies

Under 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

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