My Twentieth Century

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 f**ked 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 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