well what can I say? The new world's got me feeling so dirty Think I need to get down and play 21, 21, 21 I'm talking about 21, 21
'm a space cowboy I'm a 21st century whoopee boy Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis 1990 I'm a space cowboy I'm a 21st century whoopee boy Embryo, UFO, freak
it even though you are not of it? Are you both masculine and feminine Politically aware, and don't believe in capital punishment? These are 21 things
Expect the unexpected, motherf***er, let's go, come on Yeah, M E F, ha, ha, ha, ha, special guest (F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f***) Ha, ha, ha, ha,
Blood rack, barbed wire Politicians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire 21st century schizoid man 21st century 21st century 21st century 21
Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy, wah hey Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the
Sing us the song of the century That sings like American eulogy The dawn of my love and conspiracy Forgotten hope and the class of 13 Tell me a story
Dreaming I was only dreaming Of another place and time Where my family's from Singing I can hear them singing When the rain had washed away All these
Hey Gloria, are you standing close to the edge? Look out to the setting sun, the brink of your vision Eternal youth is a landscape of a lie The cracks
I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I think we've got a bleeder right now Want you to slap me around Want you
I got under the grip between this modern hell I got the rejection letter in the mail, it was already ripped to shreds Seasons in ruin and this bitter
Desperate But not hopeless I feel so useless In the murder city Desperate But not helpless The clock strikes midnight In the murder city I'm wide awake
Well, I've got a fever A non-believer I'm in a state of grace For I am the Caesar I'm gonna seize the day Well, call of the banshee hey hey Hey hey hey
I've got a really bad disease It's got me begging On my hands and knees So take me to emergency 'Cause something seems to be missing Somebody take the
Well I crossed the river Fell into the sea Where the non-believers Go beyond belief Then I scratched the surface In the mouth of hell Running out of
Sing us a song of the century That's louder than bombs and eternity The era of static and contraband Leading us into the Promised Land Tell us a story
She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand She is paranoid like endangered
Can you hear the sound of the static noise Blasting out in stereo? Cater to the class and the paranoid Music to my nervous system Advertising love and