Snog - Late Twentieth Century Boy lyrics

You wake in the morning, but you're hard to find A look in the mirror, what you've left behind You go to your job, or you wander 'round There's plenty of stuff, but nothing to be found You're a late twentieth century Post-modern refugee A late twentieth century Post-modern tragedy There's nothing that'll move ya There's plenty to be bought There's no kind of mystery There's no new thought Tied up in your neurotic knots Airhead celebrities, that's all you got You're a late twentieth century Post-modern refugee A late twentieth century Post-modern tragedy Separated from nature and earth You foraged once, now you're chained to the hearse You disappeared in the checkout line The price you paid was always just fine You're a late twentieth century Post-modern refugee A late twentieth century Post-modern tragedy