The 21st Century

A fever building over your chest
Clammy fingers in hands
Table spreading the deck
The stars whisper news just by shining

And politicians, pulpits intwined
They’re painting fear with their words
It’s fucking blowing your mind—shine on
It’s the 21st Century

The 1950s are gone
The 1950s are gone
The 1950s are gone
The 1950s are gone

Tell me what you think
Tell me what you think
Tell me what you think
Tell me what you think