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Hey Modern Days

Hey modern days
here we come
But our feet are swollen
and we got no place to stay

But we hope it would still be okay
'Cause we brought champagne
And we thought that there must be sleeping bags
(In this very modern day)

But we're all very proud to be here today
The first of a thousand million modern days

'Cause it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's brief in the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low chant jive
On the century's crime

Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's brief in the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low chant jive
On the century's crime

Hey modern days, we're taken aback
We're a flame and a-gog, aloof and inhaled
With a don-don briefcase, oh, wait for our call
And I therefore shall declare
That the stores shall be locked no more

(No more)
No more
(No more)

Why shall men suffer, why shall there be freaks?
Why am I still rehearsing a song when I ought to sleep?

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'Cause it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's brief in the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low chant jive
On the century's crime

Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's brief in the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low chant jive
On the century's crime

Oh, chin-batty dour face, why did you go there?
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home
Hoping it would carry me home
Hoping it would carry me home

Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's brief in the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low chant jive
On the century's crime

It's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's brief in the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low chant jive
On the century's crime

Chin-batty dour face, why did you go there?
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home
Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction
Hoping someone's star is offering protection

Chin-batty dour face, why did you go there?
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home
Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction
Hoping someone's star is offering erection