Sangtekster:
Century Lost

: The last horizons I can see are filled with bars and factories and in them all we fight to stay awake... Drink enough of anything to make this world

there closets It's got to be here somewhere I know it's round here somewhere Searching from room to room We couldn't have just lost it I know it's round

that, the world's ours And then they, and then they And then they, and then they And then they, and then they 21st century schizoid man Holy powers, Austin Powers Lost

our hearts I lost some hours thinking of it I need the strength to go and get what I want I lost a lifetime thinking of it And lost an era daydreaming

it's real enough They got refrigerators full of blood Another century spent pointing guns At anything that moves Sometimes I worry that I've lost the

favorite, and the best looking angel by far, makes a little mistake, as will happen at parties, and is banished from Heaven forthwith and forever. The centuries

those nines of 1999 And kept them from turning upside down And teaching the babies to love, to be able to give love And to enter the new century with their own prophecy The century

with they gats up Everything you got and owns getting' snatched up If you're my enemy, my energy, your rhymes are elementary Get lost in penitentiaries when I begin this century

Allah, God or Jehovah To guide the lost tribe You're forced to reside on the north side Babylon is never penalized For bein' offsides, so many lost