| Song | My Twentieth Century |
| Artist | Gavin Friday |
| Album | Shag Tobacco |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Friday, Seezer |
| [00:18.69] | i woke up this morning, |
| [00:20.76] | dreading the thoughts of another, dull and boring day |
| [00:26.14] | hey! woe is me. |
| [00:33.54] | i go out on the streets, northside of the city |
| [00:40.97] | i see the steel, the fading rust |
| [00:44.47] | and the fields i used to play in.... |
| [00:49.66] | my friends are famous and all my foes live happy |
| [00:57.78] | loved by lycra, fooled by velcro |
| [01:00.72] | and ****ed by what they need.... |
| [01:05.10] | but who am i to criticise? my pointing finger backfires |
| [01:16.22] | i hang my head down low. |
| [01:24.41] | |
| [01:38.76] | i once believed in jesus, |
| [01:42.07] | now i can't believe in rock 'n' roll |
| [01:52.69] | from baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly green |
| [02:00.25] | hey! the myth is magic, do you know what i mean? |
| [02:06.26] | the politics of sin and of sex |
| [02:16.88] | suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, will it ever change? |
| [02:25.37] | but who am i to criticise? i've made my bed, i lie on it |
| [02:37.05] | and hold my head up high |
| [02:42.50] | |
| [03:01.03] | my disbelief. my fake redemption. |
| [03:02.59] | my twentieth century. |
| [03:08.84] | |
| [03:13.05] | my holy war. my self indulgence. |
| [03:16.67] | my twentieth century. |
| [03:28.53] | |
| [03:29.09] | my human flesh. my sad dependence. |
| [03:33.97] | my twentieth century. |
| [03:38.22] | |
| [03:45.24] | my apathy. my big decision. |
| [03:50.12] | my twentieth century. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Friday, Seezer |
| [00:18.69] | i woke up this morning, |
| [00:20.76] | dreading the thoughts of another, dull and boring day |
| [00:26.14] | hey! woe is me. |
| [00:33.54] | i go out on the streets, northside of the city |
| [00:40.97] | i see the steel, the fading rust |
| [00:44.47] | and the fields i used to play in.... |
| [00:49.66] | my friends are famous and all my foes live happy |
| [00:57.78] | loved by lycra, fooled by velcro |
| [01:00.72] | and ed by what they need.... |
| [01:05.10] | but who am i to criticise? my pointing finger backfires |
| [01:16.22] | i hang my head down low. |
| [01:24.41] | |
| [01:38.76] | i once believed in jesus, |
| [01:42.07] | now i can' t believe in rock ' n' roll |
| [01:52.69] | from baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly green |
| [02:00.25] | hey! the myth is magic, do you know what i mean? |
| [02:06.26] | the politics of sin and of sex |
| [02:16.88] | suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, will it ever change? |
| [02:25.37] | but who am i to criticise? i' ve made my bed, i lie on it |
| [02:37.05] | and hold my head up high |
| [02:42.50] | |
| [03:01.03] | my disbelief. my fake redemption. |
| [03:02.59] | my twentieth century. |
| [03:08.84] | |
| [03:13.05] | my holy war. my self indulgence. |
| [03:16.67] | my twentieth century. |
| [03:28.53] | |
| [03:29.09] | my human flesh. my sad dependence. |
| [03:33.97] | my twentieth century. |
| [03:38.22] | |
| [03:45.24] | my apathy. my big decision. |
| [03:50.12] | my twentieth century. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Friday, Seezer |
| [00:18.69] | i woke up this morning, |
| [00:20.76] | dreading the thoughts of another, dull and boring day |
| [00:26.14] | hey! woe is me. |
| [00:33.54] | i go out on the streets, northside of the city |
| [00:40.97] | i see the steel, the fading rust |
| [00:44.47] | and the fields i used to play in.... |
| [00:49.66] | my friends are famous and all my foes live happy |
| [00:57.78] | loved by lycra, fooled by velcro |
| [01:00.72] | and ed by what they need.... |
| [01:05.10] | but who am i to criticise? my pointing finger backfires |
| [01:16.22] | i hang my head down low. |
| [01:24.41] | |
| [01:38.76] | i once believed in jesus, |
| [01:42.07] | now i can' t believe in rock ' n' roll |
| [01:52.69] | from baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly green |
| [02:00.25] | hey! the myth is magic, do you know what i mean? |
| [02:06.26] | the politics of sin and of sex |
| [02:16.88] | suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, will it ever change? |
| [02:25.37] | but who am i to criticise? i' ve made my bed, i lie on it |
| [02:37.05] | and hold my head up high |
| [02:42.50] | |
| [03:01.03] | my disbelief. my fake redemption. |
| [03:02.59] | my twentieth century. |
| [03:08.84] | |
| [03:13.05] | my holy war. my self indulgence. |
| [03:16.67] | my twentieth century. |
| [03:28.53] | |
| [03:29.09] | my human flesh. my sad dependence. |
| [03:33.97] | my twentieth century. |
| [03:38.22] | |
| [03:45.24] | my apathy. my big decision. |
| [03:50.12] | my twentieth century. |