I remember when I was a kid, the past century seemed special
All the decades were lined up just like a set of coloured pencils
The fifties, the sixties, the seventies
Oh, they all looked so exotic
I was certain the years yet to come would be just as iconic
Now they've been and gone
What the hell went wrong?
Where were all the amazing designs?
Fashion and movements and signs of the times?
Looking at pictures of 2001 makes it feel like we got nothing done
We're all afraid, dried up and useless
The six fingered hand crushes our throats
If you kidnapped a man from the nineties and brough him back to the present day
He'd probably die from the sheer disappointment
'cause everything looks exactly the same
Braindead! Wasted!
I always dreamt of a musical happening, like the punk bands, two tone, one of these
The only movement that I got caught up in was from CDs to MP3s
What a rip-off
Did we all have our ambition scared out of us, or is it just that
If all the stars are competition winners with fake tans and sob stories, why bother building rockets?
We didn't even try
They had The Beatles, we had 'the Coldplay sound'
They had the Pythons, we had The IT Crowd
Burnt out and all for jack
I want my twenties back
Let down, beat up, caved in
I want my twenties back
Six fat fingers grip at my neck and make my heart beat slower