Gavin Friday & The Man Seezer - My Twentieth Century lyrics

rate me

I woke up this morning

Dreading the thoughts of anotherdull and boring day

Hey! woe is me.

I go out on the streetsnorthside of the city

I see the steelthe fading rust

And the fields I used to play in....

My friends are famous and all my foes live happy

Loved by lycrafooled 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 alcoholin a land suffocatingly green

Hey! the myth is magicdo you know what I mean?

The politics of sin and of sex

Suffer the foolspawn our jewelswill it ever change?

But who am I to criticise? I've made my bedI lie on it

And hold my head up high

My 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.