Late Twentieth Century Boy Lyrics - Singles - Snog

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 refugee 

A late twentieth century 

Post-modern refugee 

A late twentieth century 

Post-modern tragedy 

There's nothing that'll move you 

There's plenty to be bought 

There's no kind of mystery 

There's no new thought 

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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 refugee 

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 refugee 

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A late twentieth century 

Post-modern refugee 

A late twentieth century 

Post-modern tragedy