My Twentieth Century

I woke up this morning,
Dreading the thoughts of another, dull and boring day
Hey! woe is me.
I go out on the streets, northside of the city
I see the steel, the fading rust
And the fields I used to play in....
My friends are famous and all my foes live happy
Loved by lycra, fooled by velcro
And fucked by what they need....But who am I to criticise? my pointing finger backfires
I hang my head down low.I once believed in jesus,
Now I can't believe in rock 'n' roll
From baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly green
Hey! the myth is magic, do you know what I mean?
The politics of sin and of sex
Suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, will it ever change?But who am I to criticise? I've made my bed, I lie on it
And hold my head up high