All the children unaware of their raising
To look back in retrospect and then cry
All the old men in old houses with their chest pains
Wondering where the hell to go when they die
All the tweakers tumbling, stumbling through the day glow
Raving, misbehaving in our nights
Banging, rearranging their heads at our rock n' roll shows
Find some dust, tap the vein and ignite
Oh it's dawning on me mother
It's rising from the east
We sow and sow and sow, what do we reap
Oh mother
Oh mother, yeah
All the hipsters dream in stoic coffee houses
Smoking spirits, waking, dying in their vans
Bourgoise mamas and papas pay for penthouses
And we piss and moan about the man
All the girls pining right where we left them
In apartments filled with books and New Vouge
Drive away in the cars that we lived in
Light a smoke, turn on Sabbath, head down the road
It's dawning on me mother
It's rising from the east
We sow and sow and sow, what do we reap, yeah