I Saw the Best Minds of My Generation Rot The Fugs

I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked

I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked

I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked

I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked

(I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked)
Dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix

(I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked)
Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night

(I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked)
Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz

(I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked)
Who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan and angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated