Four o'clock in the morning and my coffee got cold
And I've been watching the street lamps
Flick off with the dawn
So I take a deep breath inwards and my hair's pulled down my throat
And I look up at the sky ask do you mind if I smoke yeah

La da da
Talkin' 'bout degeneration

And what about democracy and what about equality
We're all asking the age old question so what about me?
And we turn to face the cameras pointing knives towards each other's backs
Saying I'm a product of my generation
You could make a film about that.

La da da
Talkin' 'bout degeneration

And the bigwigs down on Fleet Street are cashing in on our parade
Selling hot dogs by disaster zones
Counting every dollar made
And we pay out for the gossip and the latest on our own demise
Like the print's supposed to be our ears
Like the screen's supposed to be our eyes.

La da da
Talkin' 'bout degeneration

You said that it meant nothing
You said that you just met her
Well as far as your excuses go baby
You could do better

La da da
Talkin' 'bout degeneration