Late 20Th Century Boy Snog

you wake in the morning, but youre hard to find

a look in the mirror, what youve left behind

you go to your job, or you wander round

theres plenty of stuff, but nothing to be found



youre a late 20th century

postmodern refugee

a late 20th century

postmodern tragedy



theres nothing thatll move ya

theres plenty to be bought

theres no kind of mystery

theres no new thought

tied up in your neurotic

airhead celebrities thats all you got



youre a late 20th century

postmodern refugee

a late 20th century

postmodern tragedy



separated from nature and earth

you foraged once now youre chained to a hearse

you disappeared in that checkout line

the price you paid was always just fine



youre a late 20th century

postmodern refugee

a late 20th century

postmodern tragedy


[ Late 20th Century Boy Lyrics ]