Album: Third Mall From the Sun
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 refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
There's nothing that'll move you
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 refugee
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 refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
| # | Top 6 Snog |
|---|---|
| 1 | Snog - Love Power |
| 2 | Snog - Corporate Doom |
| 3 | Snog - Is There No-One That Can Save Us From Today? |
| 4 | Snog - Land Of The Bland |
| 5 | Snog - Bank |
| 6 | Snog - One Way Ticket To The Womb |