My Twentieth Century Lyrics
I woke up this morning,
Dreading the thoughts of another, dull and boring day.
Hey! Woe is me.
I go out on the streets, northside of the city
I see the steel, the fading rust
And the fields I used to play in...
My friends are famous and all my foes live happy
Loved by lycra, fooled by velcro
And fucked by what they need...
But who am I to criticise? My pointing finger backfires
I hang my head down low.
I once believed in Jesus,
Now I can't believe in rock'n'roll
From baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly green
Hey! The myth is magic, do you know what I mean?
The politics of sin and of sex
Suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, will it ever change?
But who am I criticise? I've made my bed, I lie on it
And hold my head up high
My disbelief, my fake redemption
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My twentieth century
My holy war, my self indulgence
My twentieth century
My human flesh, my sad dependence
My twentieth century
My apathy, my big decision.
My twentieth century.
