My Twentieth Century Lyrics - Singles - Friday Gavin

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 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 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 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.