Modern Life Is Rubbish lyrics

He's a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails
Trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow
London ice cracks on a seamless line
He's hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x3)
Holding on for tomorrow
...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

She's a twentieth century girl
With her hands on the wheel

It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home
I feel foul mouthed as I stand and wait for the underground
And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
I need something to remind me that there's something else

You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal
He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker
He's an affable man with a plausible plan
Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his future in hand

(And then he..)

Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ah ha

ONLY THE MAGICAL TRANSIT CHILDREN SING, SING THE LULLABY BAH BAH
BAH,
SITTING ON THE PAVEMENT SUCKING ON A LONG STRAW, IT'S COLOURFUL,
IT IS COLOURFUL, BUT IT WASHES YOU OUT.

HERE IS MY VIOLENCE AND HERE IS THE EXCUSE, I LEARNT IT ALL BUT
ONLY SECOND HAND
FALLING INTO WALLS WELL, WHAT IS IT WITH YOU, YOU'D NEVER KNOW,
NEVER KNOW, NEVER KNOW.

[CHORUS]

Wash with new soap, Behind the collar
Keeps a clean mental state
Don't usually bother in cold weather
But still I'm getting into work late

And I don't need the practice

I've been making plans
(For the future)
Become an unconscious man
(All for the good)
I feel so unecessary
(We don't think so, you seem starshaped)

Have a couple at the weekend,
Keeps up camaraderie

Air cushioned soles
I bought them on the Portbello Road on a Saturday
I stop and stare awhile
A common pastime when conversation goes astray

And don't think I'm walking out of this
She don't mind
Whatever I say, whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever

Blue, blue jeans I wear them every day
There's no particular reason to change

The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps
So she takes the bus into the country
Although she got herself rosy cheeks
She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent
The landlord says that she's out in a week
What a shame she was just getting comfy
Now she's eating chocolate to induce sleep
In a chemical world, It's very, very, very cheap

And I don't know about you

[INSTRUMENTAL]

Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table
To eat enough sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep

Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two world wars and
The England he knew is no more

Lead in me and me in water, Dangling in my world
I swallowed too much oily water, it keeps slipping down my spine

In a sense of self in decline, growing fat on sound
It's only an early morning dream, and the whole world will be alright

(CHORUS)

My head is full of suspicion, I'm coming home sometime
I've swallowed too much oily water, it keeps slipping down my spine

Miss America sits in the shower
She's plucking hours from the sky
Picks up the telephone, into another home
Don't ask me why

I don't mind
I don't mind at all
I love only you

She's a well wisher and she wishes you well
Wish away, wish away
She no jellybean, she a jemima ho ho
Wish away, wish away

I don't mind
I don't mind at all
I love only you

Da, do, da, da, do
Da, do, da, da, do

PRACTISE DOESN'T MAKE PERFECT WHEN YOU'RE INTERBREEDING
SPEAKING DRIVEL CAN IT GET CONFUSED WITH HEAVY BREATHING
MIXING DRINKS AT WATER HOLES GET SNARLED UP IN THE SUBURBS
MEANDERING THROUGH THIS AND THAT YOU ARE SUSPECTED OF VAGUENESS

WHEN WORK IS DONE, GO TO VILLA ROSIE EVERY NIGHT (WE'RE WAITING)
SO FORM A QUEUE AT VILLA ROSIE EVERY NIGHT (SO TASTY)

Primal, evil what am I
Tongue-tied 'til the day I die
There's no love made mermaids
It's just distraction or so they

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?

It's a sorry state you're getting in
The same excuse is wearing thin

KAZOO, KAZOO, YOU ARE MINE
KAZOO, KAZOO, EVERYTIME

[CHORUS]
TURN IT UP, TURN IT OFF, TURN IT IN

ANYWAY YOU CHOOSE, ANYWAY YOU CHOOSE AT ALL
SOMETIMES YOU DO TOO MUCH, SOMETIMES IT ALL GETS TOO MUCH

A FERVORED IMAGE OF ANOTHER WORLD
IS NOTHING IN PARICULAR NOW
AND IMITATION COMES NATURALLY
BUT I NEVER REALLY STOP TO THINK HOW
AND EVERYONEIS A CLEVER CLONE
A CHROME COVERED CLONE AMI
SO IN THE ABSENCE OF A WAY OF LIFE
JUST REPEAT THIS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN

[CHORUS]
HEY HEY COME OUT TONIGHT
HEY HEY COME OUT TONIGHT
POPSCENE
ALRIGHT

I'M LEAVING TOWN TO RUN AWAY

I THINK TOO MUCH
ON THINGS I WANT TOO MUCH
IT MAKES ME HATEFUL
AND I SAY STUPID THINGS
ONLY YOU CAN FILL MY BLANK HEART
AND I'M RESIGNED TO THAT

I WISH THE SUN
COULD JUST KEEP ME WARM
AND I'M RESIGNED TO THAT
I'LL FORGET TO BREATHE SOMEDAY
I'VE NEVER STOPPED TO THINK WHY

[INSTRUMENTAL]