Marching and moaning and crying And dying in no time Like home-lost pigeons And full of suspicions in their mind Let us go to the merry-go-round Come on now let them go It's the twenty-first century show Nothing there they really need
Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Twenty-first century
Neuro-surgeons are dreaming Of more and more They're begging and begging 'oh please' at your door Let us go to the merry-go-round Observations of a fool It's the twentieth centuries' fool But he stays really cool
Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Twenty-first century
Our technical friend can be A deadly friend in the end Will wisdom survive this Technical friend Your friend Let us go to the merry-go-round Come on to the sun I'm glad there is one Let it shine Let it shineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
