Album: Post Apocalyptic Love
We've got this feeling, like a 25 spring breeze
C'mon, explore me and just ignore the scenery
Give me the year 2000 and I'll fuck it up well
Never able to tell (it was me)
And we've got sidewalk
And even something in between
And there are plenty of minds to prove your disbelief
Give me the year 2000, and I'll make him bleed
Never know it was me
I wrecked this century
I wrecked this century
I wrecked this century
You read it it was blinding
(?) and I'll find him
Give me a horse and I'll ride it into the next century
I've got this feeling that my mind's a freakin' A-Bomb
But there are plenty of lines and there's plenty of time
Give me the course of history and I'll fuck it up well
Never able to tell (it was me)
I wrecked this century
I wrecked this century
I wrecked this century