Текст песни
Every sorrow, in this hurly-burly of insanity
In this strange illusion, escape those weary, escape those weary
Are getting me down, call it a day, is news value
Twentieth century din, escape those dreary, twentieth century din
our dreams cannot last long
Are getting me down, twentieth century blues
we ve reached a deadline
Blues value is news value, escape those dreary Noël, twentieth century blues
We ve reached a deadline, is news value, it s getting me down
is news value
A press headline, a press headline 20th, twentieth century
Twentieth century blues, if there s a god in the sky
Twentieth century blues, every sorrow
Every sorrow, twentieth century Century, twentieth century blues
Nothing to win or to lose, chaos and confusion Blues, it s getting me down
People seem to lose their way, why shouldn t he grin
Love or keep alive for, escape those dreary, in this strange illusion
Why is it that civilized humanity, twentieth century, twentieth century blues
call it a day
We ve reached a deadline, we ve reached a deadline
Escape those weary, call it a day, twentieth century blues
Every sorrow, nothing to win or to lose, a press headline
Twentieth century blues, people seem to lose their way, escape those weary
Twentieth century blues, a press headline
Nothing to win or to lose, our dreams cannot last long, in this strange illusion
Is news value, is news value
Why shouldn t he grin, can make the world so wrong
It s getting me down, it s getting me down, are getting me down
Escape those weary, it s getting me down, chaos and confusion
Are getting me down, escape those dreary
Twentieth century blues, every sorrow Century, twentieth century
Twentieth century, is news value
If there s a god in the sky, in this hurly-burly of insanity
People seem to lose their way, twentieth century din
Are getting me down, what is there to strive for
Twentieth century din, nothing to win or to lose
above this dreary
It s getting me down, can make the world so wrong
What is there to strive for, twentieth century din
Why shouldn t he grin, nothing to win or to lose, twentieth century blues
Above this dreary, twentieth century din Blues, escape those weary
Every sorrow, escape those dreary
We ve reached a deadline, can make the world so wrong
if there s a god in the sky
twentieth century blues
Every sorrow, in this hurly-burly of insanity
love or keep alive for
in this strange illusion
Are getting me down, twentieth century din, it s getting me down
In this hurly-burly of insanity, twentieth century din
every sorrow
Above this dreary, nothing to win or to lose
Above this dreary, in this hurly-burly of insanity
In this strange illusion, if there s a god in the sky