Letra de 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 There's plenty of stuff but nothing to be foundYou're a late twentieth century Post-modern refugee A late twentieth century Post-modern refugeeA late twentieth century Post-modern refugee A late twentieth century Post-modern tragedyThere's nothing that'll move you There's plenty to be bought There's no kind of mystery There's no new thoughtTied up in your neurotic knots Airhead celebrities, that's all you gotYou're a late twentieth century Post-modern refugee A late twentieth century Post-modern refugeeA late twentieth century Post-modern refugee A late twentieth century Post-modern tragedySeparated from nature and earth You foraged once, now you're chained to the hearse You disappeared in the checkout line The price you paid was always just fineYou're a late twentieth century Post-modern refugee A late twentieth century Post-modern refugeeA late twentieth century Post-modern refugee A late twentieth century Post-modern tragedy