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Live Century

John is dead, the bastard lives What the hell are we supposed to tell the kids? Nothing is ever what it seems to be Living in the 21st century Life has

we feel the same Kiss with dry lips, when we say goodnight End of a century, oh it's nothing special Oh end of a century, oh it's nothing special

Ain't that lovin' you baby? Ain't that lovin' you baby? Ain't that lovin' you baby? But you don't even know my name Listen to me baby What I say is true

want to live in a world of sight Well you know, I want to make the world turn around Living in a world of justice Living in a world of shame Living in a world of freedom Living

Big boss man Can't you hear me when I call? Big boss man Can't you hear me when I call? Well, you ain't so big You just tall that's all You got me workin

Well, my baby don't stand no cheating, my babe Well, my baby don't stand no cheating, my babe Well, my babe don't stand no cheating She don't, she don

Caress me, baby Like the wind caress the trees Caress me, baby Like the wind caress the trees I want you to love, love me, baby Like a soft, soft summer

Fake lightning flahes over the skyline A deer in your headlights So gun it We're singing songs about 21st century living If hate's in your heart man You

a waste to this century Come on, come on, come on Return to nothin', help me Come on, come on, come on Let's lay a waste to this century On the edge