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