| I saw the best of my generation playing pinball | |
| Make-up on, all caked up | |
| 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 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 IDs outside a saloon | |
| And the prettiest of 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 a men with dreams | |
| Like the ones I'd had | |
| Beg quarters outside the Seven-Eleven | |
| Till it got so they didn't affect me anymore | |
| Than the mailboxes I'd passed | |
| 'Cept that sometimes | |
| I'd put somthing 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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" | |
| 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 | |
| But she kept driving | |
| 'Cause everyone else kept driving | |
| And cause gridlock is evil | |
| And not knowing anywhere 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 stage | |
| Watched on 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 | |
| I watched TV | |
| Read the papers | |
| Listend 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 magnifyng 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 |
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