Four o'clock in the morning and my coffee got coldnAnd I've been watching the street lamps flick off with the dawnnSo I take a deep breath inwards and my hair's pulled down my throatnAnd I look up at the sky ask do you mind if I smoke yeahnnLa da danTalkin' 'bout degenerationnnAnd what about democracy and what about equality?nWe're all asking the age old question so what about me?nAnd we turn to face the cameras pointing knives towards each other's backsnSaying I'm a product of my generation, you could make a film about thatnnLa da danTalkin' 'bout degenerationnnAnd the bigwigs down on Fleet Street are cashing in on our paradenSelling hot dogs by disaster zones, counting every dollar madenAnd we pay out for the gossip and the latest on our own demisenLike the print's supposed to be our ears, like a screen's supposed to be our eyesnnLa da danTalkin' 'bout degenerationnnYou said that it meant nothingnYou said that you just met hernWell as far as your excuses go babynYou could do betternnLa da da nTalkin' 'bout degeneration