Modern Days Lyrics - The Ark

Hey modern days, here we come 

But our feet are swollen and we got no place to stay 

But we hope it would still be okay 

'cos we brought champagne 

and we thought that there must be sleeping bags 

(in this very modern day) 

But we're all very proud to be here today 

The first of a thousand million modern days 

'Cos it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure 

It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless 

It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive 

on the century's crime 

Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure 

It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless 

It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive 

on the century's crime 

Hey modern days, we're taken a-back 

We're a flame and a-gog, aloof and inhaled 

with a don-don briefcase, oh, wait for our call 

And I therefore shall declare 

that the stores shall be locked no more 

(no more), no more, (no more) 

Why shall men suffer, why shall there be freaks? 

Why am I still rehearsing a song when I oughta sleep? 

'Cos it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure 

It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless 

It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive 

on the century's crime 

Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure 

It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless 

It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive 

on the century's crime 

Oh, chin-batty dour face, why did you go there? 

Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home 

Hoping it would carry me home 

hoping it would carry me home 

Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure 

It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless 

It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive 

on the century's crime 

It's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure 

It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless 

It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive 

on the century's crime 

... 

Chin-batty dour face, why did you go there? 

Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home 

Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction 

Hoping someone [?] offering protection 

Chin-batty dour face, why did you go there? 

Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home 

Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction 

Hoping someone [?] offering erection