Kasabian

Cotton mouth is bleeding, one way glass deceiving
Dope me up on women and credit cards
Promise X-Ray vision and fancy cars
The tables set for the bourgeoisie
Better get in line with your dinner tray
Cause when it's all ran out and it's just you left
With the nut job swigging his crystal meth
And there's a constant ring of machinery
Is there a place for me in history?
Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
Throwing them miles away, now it's another day
To shelter from the storm
Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
Throwing them miles away, wishing for new years day
To shelter from the storm
Sons of time are rising, 16 minds exploding
It's the 21st century ain't it cool?
It's taught us how to eat and how to drool
And the wind up merchants are out in force