Snog

you wake in the morning, but youre hard to find
a look in the mirror, what youve left behind
you go to your job, or you wander round
theres plenty of stuff, but nothing to be found
youre a late 20th century
postmodern refugee
a late 20th century
postmodern tragedy
theres nothing thatll move ya
theres plenty to be bought
theres no kind of mystery
theres no new thought
tied up in your neurotic
airhead celebrities thats all you got
youre a late 20th century
postmodern refugee
a late 20th century
postmodern tragedy
separated from nature and earth
you foraged once now youre chained to a hearse
you disappeared in that checkout line
the price you paid was always just fine
youre a late 20th century
postmodern refugee
a late 20th century
postmodern tragedy
[ Late 20th Century Boy Lyrics ]