Cold Chisel

Standing on this intersection
Yelling for my change
Watching personalities
Collapse and re-arrange
Gotta smile about it
Gotta surf it out or drown
In the twentieth century
Some guy selling liberty
Youve heard it all before
Lets take some pet minority
To fame in eighty-four
Lots of fortunes and
Reputations to be found
In the twentieth century
Yankees lookin east and west
Before they cross the road
Its Hollywood democracy
It really doesnt bother me
Its entertainment, baby
It explodes
Let the K.G.B. devise
Just what comes after civilised
This intersections big enough for me
And when I get some change
Ill disappear
Its tricky
But, thank God, its never organised
Im talking about the twentieth century
The twentieth century
The twentieth century
[ Twentieth Century Lyrics ]