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I saw the best of my generation playing pinballMaked up and caked up and lookin' like some kind of china dollWith all of Adolf Hitler's moves down coldAs they stood up in front of a rock and roll bandAnd always moving upward and ever upwardTo this gentle golden promised landWith the smartest of them all moonlighting as a word processorAnd the strongest of them all checking ID's outside saloonsAnd the prettiest of them all taking off her clothesIn front of men whose eyes look like they were in someLittle hick town near Omaha watching the police chiefRun his car off the side of a bridgeI saw men with dreams like the ones I'd hadBeg quarters outside the 7-11Till it got so they didn't affect me anymoreThen the mailboxes I'd passed 'cept that sometimesI'd put something in the mailboxI'd had the wind at my backNow I felt it cold in my faceAnd for an awful long time now you were the only one who everCalled me late at night and I really never noticed till afterYou stopped calling and the emptiness, silence got so heavyBroken up in the wastelandBroken up in the promised landBroken up in DisneylandLetras de cancionesBroken up in the plastic landBroken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wastelandBroken up in the wastelandI saw dead Marilyn Monroe strung up on every street cornerIn Hollywood like some two bit whore offering a discount rateAnd I wondered how Joe Dimagio (sp??) feltI saw dead James Dean's ghost wandering the sidewalkLooking troubled and I wondered how his mama feltI saw signs that said head shots done for cheapSigns that said extras wanted top dollars paidSigns for haircuts signs for manicures andSigns for tanning salons and signs for wardrobe specialistsSigns for cosmetic surgery and signs for assertiveness trainingAnd I stopped to read them allAnd every single block looked like every single blockLooked like every single block looked like every single blockLooked like every single block but you kept drivingCause everyone else kept driving and cause gridlockIs evil and not knowing your way is evilAnd those that had money looked good but weren't too happyAnd those who didn't have money didn't look so goodAnd weren't too happy either and in a city of three milliontwo hundred and sixty nine thousand nine hundred eighty fourEveryone was lonelyBroken up in the wastelandBroken up in the promised landBroken up in DisneylandBroken up in the plastic landBroken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wastelandBroken up in the wastelandAnd I watched as everyone I knew spent their livesTrying to be watched on a stage or watched on a filmOr listened to on a record and they thought well maybeThat way I could get a little love out of this lifeAnd I watched as the best of my generation abandoned their dreamsAnd settled for making a little moneyAnd I watched TV and read the papers and listened to the radioAnd made all the fancy scenes and said all the right wordsAnd wore all the right clothes and knew the names of the hip peopleBut I still felt out of touch so I stopped watching TVAnd reading the papers and listening to the radioAnd making the fancy scenes and saying the right wordsAnd wearing the right clothes and knowing the names of the hip peopleAnd I felt more out of touch than ever but I didn't care anymoreAnd I felt you slipping away, and I felt myself slipping from youAnd I wanted more than anything else for it to rain for oneWhole day like it used to but all there ever was was sunRelentless sun hot beating sun and everyone wore theirSunglasses and walked around like flies under a magnifying glassWith their eyes removedBroken up in the wastelandBroken up in the promised landBroken up in DisneylandBroken up in the plastic landBroken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wastelandBroken up in the wasteland, broken up in the wastelandBroken up in the wasteland From Letras Mania