In the world I see
You’re stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of
Rockefeller Center.
You will wear leather clothes that last you the rest of your life.
You will climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower.
You will see tiny figures pounding corn and laying-strips of venison on
the empty car pool lane of the ruins of a superhighway.
An entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables; slaves with white collars.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate
So we can buy shit we don't need.
We are the middle children of history, with no purpose or place.
We have no Great War, or great depression.
Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.
We were raised by television to believe that we'd be millionaires and
movie gods and rock stars,
But we won't.
And we're slowly learning that fact.
And we're very, very pissed-off.