Modern Life Is Rubbish

Advert Blur modern life is rubbish 拉登快跑 Advert blur 整理:拉登快跑 Food processors are great! 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 n

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 to sleep Oh the Sunday sleep Sunday sunday here a

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 N

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 And so we hold each other tightly and hold on for tomorrow Singing l

Lead in me and me in water, Dangling in my world I swallowed too much oily water, now it's 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 he

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

Blue Jeans Blur 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