Snog - Late Twentieth Century Boy | Текст песни

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• Late Twentieth Century Boy

you wake in the morning, but you're hard to find
a look in the mirror, what you've left behind
you go to your job, or you wander round
theres plenty of stuff, but nothing to be found

you're a late 20th century
postmodern refugee
a late 20th century
postmodern tragedy

theres nothing that'll move ya
theres plenty to be bought
theres no kind of mystery
theres no new thought
tied up in your neurotic knots
airhead celebrities thats all you got

you're a late 20th century
postmodern refugee
a late 20th century
postmodern tragedy

separated from nature and earth
you foraged once now you're chained to the hearse
you disappeared in that checkout line
the price you paid was always just fine

you're a late 20th century
postmodern refugee
a late 20th century
postmodern tragedy


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