Tudo no seu devido lugar em cada ano...todas as pedras de calçada pisadas uma de cada vez, todos os bueiros em cada esquina, todos os passos descuidadosamente em falso...
"She says theres ants in the carpet
Dirty little monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning tv
Youre looking so healthy
We all say, dont want to be alone
We wear the same clothes cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight
End of a century
Oh, its nothing special
Sex on the tv
Everybodys at it
And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty
He gives her a cuddle
Glowing in a huddle
Good night tv
Youre all made up
And youre looking like me
Can you eat her?
Yes, you can.
Oh, end of a century
Oh, its nothing special..."
Nada de novo debaixo do Sol.
