Friday Gavin - My Twentieth Century
I Woke Up This Morning, Dreading The Thoughts Of Another, Dull And Boring Day. I Go Out On The Streets, Northside Of The City Hey! Woe Is Me. My Friends Are Famous And All My Foes Live Happy I See The Steel, The Fading Rust And The Fields I Used To Play In... And Fucked By What They Need... But Who Am I To Criticise? My Pointing Finger Backfires I Hang My Head Down Low. Loved By Lycra, Fooled By Velcro From Baptism To Alcohol, In A Land Suffocatingly Green I Once Believed In Jesus, Now I Can't Believe In Rock'n'roll Hey! The Myth Is Magic, Do You Know What I Mean? The Politics Of Sin And Of Sex But Who Am I Criticise? I've Made My Bed, I Lie On It Suffer The Fools, Pawn Our Jewels, Will It Ever Change? And Hold My Head Up High My Twentieth Century My Disbelief, My Fake Redemption 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.
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