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 found
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
There's nothing that'll move ya
There's plenty to be bought
There's no kind of mystery
There's no new thought
Tied up in your neurotic knots
Airhead celebrities, that's all you got
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
Separated 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 fine
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
🎵 LRC歌词版本
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 found
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
There's nothing that'll move ya
There's plenty to be bought
There's no kind of mystery
There's no new thought
Tied up in your neurotic knots
Airhead celebrities, that's all you got
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
Separated 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 fine
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
📝 纯歌词版本
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 found
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
There's nothing that'll move ya
There's plenty to be bought
There's no kind of mystery
There's no new thought
Tied up in your neurotic knots
Airhead celebrities, that's all you got
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
Separated 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 fine
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
🎵 LRC歌词版本
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 found
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
There's nothing that'll move ya
There's plenty to be bought
There's no kind of mystery
There's no new thought
Tied up in your neurotic knots
Airhead celebrities, that's all you got
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
Separated 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 fine
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
Get ahead, fall behind
Thats the deal, nevermind
Try to win, never can
Its because of the real estate man
March in time, stand in line
Yeah buddy, tha...
There is a war going on outside your door
Some freedom's been felled the rest are soon to fall
Don't worry about that, if you want that shiny car
If y...
Took a walk around
Sleepy melbourne town
Smack is cheap as chips
But theres silence on their lips
All the pollies get laid
All the journos get paid......
Sliding into extinction
Sliding into extinction
The human soul
The human soul
It slide into extinction
Sliding into extinction
Sliding into extinction...
(did you know tarzan cant read? well he cant!)
Of the joy and the mirth of our situation
But the seas have all blown dry
The stars have fallen from th...