My Twentieth Century - Gavin Friday

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 f**ked 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 to 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