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 to criticise? I've made my bed
I lie on it
And hold my head up highMy disbelief. my fake redemption.
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.
